“She’s like a female Daniel Johnston,” a fellow audience member was overheard to comment about Baltimore’s Diana Froley—which is helpful but not nearly the whole story on her memorably offbeat songs. There’s a bit of Johnston’s melancholy and menace on her second LP, Pet My Kitty Mr. NYC (on D.C.’s ÿSkoda), but there’s a dose of Jonathan Richman’s willful naiveté, too—she’d “rather be a sucker than a cynic.” Ultimately Froley’s voice is her own—a plucky-to-plaintive quaver that’s too busy dispensing clever couplets to wax pathetic. Witness the chorus of the record’s closing number: “I’ve been counting the days since you left me, who says girls are bad at math?” Erstwhile Dead Girl Dana Cerick & the Conveyors of Pain, her new outfit, share the bill at 9:30 p.m. at Galaxy Hut, 2711 Wilson Blvd., Arlington. Free. (703) 525-8646. (Daniel Searing)