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I thought I'd share with you a site I heard about through kpfk.org: Story Salon. Story Salon is a group of storytellers who get together every Wednesday at the Coffee Fix coffee house in Studio City to share their stories in an open mic experience. Thanks to the wonder of the Internet, you can listen to archived Podcasts through their website www.storysalon.com and at Story Salon YouTube Channel.

In their own words: 
"STORY SALON began in a North Hollywood coffee house in 1996. The rules of the show are simple: Five to seven minutes of original material performed by the writer. This open policy, embracing a sort of ’free-range’ writing, results in one of the most eclectic hours of performance available."

Some of the events have a common theme. In the Fall Classic, the storytellers gathered to share their autumn tales. The stories have replaced my routine of listening to music while I’m getting dressed in the mornings. Listening to them is like sipping warm hot chocolate on a cold winter Sunday while sitting bundled with a warm flannel blanket and good book-very rich indeed.

Story Salon @ Coffee Fix
Every Wednesday, 8pm @ Coffee Fix
12508 Moorpark St
Across from Studio City Library,
Studio City
818.762.0181
$4 minimum
www.storysalon.com

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