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Last night was a banner night, orchestrated by the extremely date-capable Stuart.

Seems he's on the mailing list for a certain Found Magazine--which, since it is now starting to diversify its reach and product to include books, quality fiction by founder Davy Rothbart, total quality music by expert finder and pretty-good brother to Davy, Peter Rothbart (plus his band Poem Adept), annual touring with quality acts like Devon Sproule (the sound of her amazing voice is something like a dulcimer if it could wail like a slide guitar, and no living singer I have heard has ever returned the scat-break in midsong back to its sexy roots as well as she)--might consider a rename to Found Foundation.

Well. That was Proustian.

My point? We were in attendance at one of two historic appearances by the Rothbart Freres and Sproule, at the Wonderland Ballroom up the street from us. This was all part of Found's 2005 Lone Surfer tour, an astonishing roadshow covering 51 cities in something like 60 days.

I can't give total credit on this excellent fluxus find to the inestimable S., however. Credit is also due my oldest and loveliest friend, Toethumbs (see here for a sampling of that individual's inspired prose stylings).

So peep these links I've sent you, and prosper in your Monday morning slackitude.