Found Magazine is the kind of subcultural phenomenon that could easily come unhinged from the hipster fad that spawned it, turning into something that people of all ages, all political persuasions and all hairstyles just fucking love. Everybody gets a kick out of finding weird stuff and trying to make sense of it. When
Found founder Davy Rothbart came to the Empire Room in May to read us some notes that people had sent him and to enjoy items found by Kansas City readers, the results were funny (a simultaneously threatening and friendly note passed back and forth between two girls in class) and sad (a note written from a kid to his mom, found in a tree in a cemetery). Most had been published already. What none of us had witnessed was found music. Rothbart's brother, a musician, had found a cassette tape in some bushes. Live before a Kansas City audience, he performed a cover of one of the songs, which had been recorded by a bunch of teenagers. The song was called "Damn, the Booty Don't Stop, Girl" and was essentially those words over and over. The truly awesome part happened when the crowd started singing along, proving once and for all how Kansas City feels about a nice piece of ass. Damn ... we'd like to nominate this song as a local anthem to sing at Royals games and stuff.
