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Lost & Found

​                           is a music venue that appears 

                                                            and disappears into thin air...

              Where will it appear next?                           Who knows....

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The idea grew from a desire to be playful.

To play improvised music and create a space for artists and non-artists (or rather, yet-to-be-artists) to take the stage, collaborate and share their work. Basically, just a glorified open mic. The concept of audience participation was also very important which is why the title of our very first show was called 

Dreams I've Had.
 

In between sets, people were asked to share their dreams. These were not recorded but were pretty great.

Performers featured in this clip:

Improvised Music by

Francesca Houran on Violin

Annie Dodson on Cello

Vigilance Brandon on Trumpet

Scramble 19 by The Kayla Henderson

featuring improvisational accompaniment by the musicians mentioned above.

Nirvana - Heart Shaped Box performed by Matt Macari

and anonymous drummers 

Songs by Rose Nadis performed by Rose Nadisand the illustrious anonymous drummers

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Dream submissions:

I gave birht to a baby. there was a hole in its stomach. brown glitter came out. then i went to the other side of the beach

bret and jemaine from flight of the conchords were our neighbors and they were in trouble with the law and had to change their license plates to vermont


I had a dream that i was in the woods with my parents. My parents found a pond with a bridge that ran through it. I saw my dad was smoking a cigarette. This made me upset because he quit smoking after 40-50 years of doing it back in 2014. I went to confront him about it. When he turned around he opened his mouth to reveal he was missing all his teeth and had the words "shame" and "guilt" tattooed on his toothless gums. He told me that the cigarettes were mine and that I was the reason that he relapsed. I tried to respond to him but my throat felt very dry and I couldn't speak. Then I woke up.


I dreamt that there was this old warehouse with a corner cut off of it. It was rainy and dark outside but in the warehouse you could see all this beautiful misfit creatures and the light was so warm and filled with kindness and calm chaotic energy. Together we all ran across this busy highway. I was surprised that it was so busy even in the middle of a rainy night, but it was. It was the hour of truckers. Lots of semis. The last one of us to cross the road was a horse so big that it towered over the semi-trucks but it was also just our cute little friend. we waited till they came across and continued our trek through the woods to this music venue. We were standing on the side of the road when one truck pulled over to deliver a hot dog stand. The delivery person was from my hometown and was going home that night to a show that I really wished that I would see. I wished them safe travels and was pleased to have met someone to live vicariously through their joy of our shared home and music. When we went into the venue, my shoes were so slippery. I skipped down some steps and surprisingly didn't fall but I was also not coordinated. I was afraid if I got drunk though that I would fall or hurt myself. eventually as i walked around on the grimy floors my shoes developed a layer of stickyness and I felt more at ease so i had a couple drinks. When I woke up the next day (woke up still in the dream that is) I couldn't remember what happened the night before but my friend informed that I had said some terribly mean things and done some fowl shit. Then I woke up for real.


I was driving to the yarn store with my mom and ahead of us on the road we saw a building fall over, I thought that was so crazy but glad it was seemingly far away, then the bridge ahead of us collapsed and our car began falling down. I hugged my mother and told her I love her and she told me to keep calm and that everything would be ok as we fell to our death.

i had a dream i came back from a late shift and this guy i had been volunteering with asks if i want to make bread and at first im too tired and say no but then im like, fuck it & i make some bread. the breads are brightly colored blue and purple and we mix in glitter and sugary cereals. its sorta like slime in a way but not really. we braid and bake the bread and a bunch of other stuff happens but that's all i can remember.

i dreamt i was hanging out with this kid i used to work with in a school at a baseball game and he was looking for his mother on my back. he shouted man is woman and woman is man and a number that he had previously texted his mother on replied 'something is something' "and everyone is brother" everyone thought I was crazy for telling him his mother texted because she was dead. Thought to be a suicide but now not so sure after reading exchanged text messages after her time of death. Now the dream becomes extremely stressful and nightmarish as it turns into a sort of chicken run 2 dawn of the nugget meets soylent green moment. There's a tour of the facilities, there's screaming, there's escape plans, all of a sudden at one point the facility turns into a rocket ship and blasts into outerspace and then we're truly really fucked. I wake up after just managing to hold open the door before it clicks shut as the boss lady leaves. did i escape? i'd like to think so. and hopefully shut down the factory too and put the wretched woman running it to rest.

i fell off a brick wall and i landed ever so gently on the ground. Humpty dumpty was not there

I had a dream that Soren was standing in the kitchen just looking through the fridge casually as one does.

I had a dream I was working at a grocery store and it was pretty mundane. I went to visit my friend at work and they worked at a zoo but it was also a pool and you had to swim everywhere and their co-workers were hilarious. We all started to jam.

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