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Kid North

be as you wish to seem.

About Me



My name is Kat and my pen is named Kid North.

Albert Einstein once said "the most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious", and he was right.

Just remember that I live by my word,

and right now, my words are for the birds,

but I'll discuss black bar trees and certain brambles,

or a book we've both read, perhaps.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 2/19/2007
Band Website: eyes so white, the spokes of your bones...
Band Members:

Kat and the Kid. Which really just means me. I make a magazine called Habitual Truant, and I used to spin on KVMR 89.5 in Nevada City, CA, occasionally. I also have played trombone and/or tuba for various garage bands who lack bass players and enjoy the glissando.

Anyway, I'm still on the right.

Influences:
"There is no such thing as a good influence. Because to influence a person is to give him one's own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions. His virtues are not real to him. His sins, if there are such thing as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of someone else's music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him.” - Oscar Wilde

That said, I have plenty of them...including, but not limited to:

mom, dad, opressed authors (especially russians), my great aunt Bernardine, people who rescue ants on my porch, families that make me creme brulee and greek coffee, surrealism, tall tall trees, the "wrong" films, the "right" music, the people that populate my life and memories,
and maybe most of all,
freedom.

Sounds Like: Sorry that I don't have music up. I just haven't found anything worth recording lately. I will eventually.
Record Label: ...soaring like seagulls and skipping like stones.
Type of Label: None

My Blog

May 26th, 2008

May 26th, 2008 It's strange to live in a world Where your own Michelangelo angels Peer at your every footfall From clap-top rooftops, And behind narrow doorways. Where he stairs are never g...
Posted by Kid North on Wed, 28 May 2008 08:05:00 PST

goodbye 95959

Nevada City...hmm, well, what can I say? I am truly at a loss for words for conundrum that is this town. Since I have come here, I haven't written a single word that I consider to be of any literary v...
Posted by Kid North on Wed, 28 May 2008 07:57:00 PST

the pants that got away

So, I'm power-dancing to M.I.A.'s Kala down Division street for about...um...twenty blocks maybe. I am doing this because I just went into a thrift store and found this brand new pair of American Appa...
Posted by Kid North on Wed, 21 May 2008 07:43:00 PST

WWMBD: What Would Marsha Brady Do?

So, here's the secret to being a really super stylish badass motherfucker. Listen up: all you have to do is ask yourself: "what would Marsha Brady do?" Because she would BUY that orange tart...
Posted by Kid North on Tue, 20 May 2008 02:25:00 PST

apple wrists

we built a brown castle castle fairing hot sun our backs roasting like chickens in the buttery daylight of course you looked more capable than me I was seeking moisture in the chalky sand or a break ...
Posted by Kid North on Tue, 20 May 2008 10:40:00 PST

green olives

are delicious. Playlist anyone? the For Carnations - I Wear the GoldSunno & Boris - Akuma No KumaM.I.A./Afrikan Boy - HusselMah-Jongg - Kotbusser TorThe Halo Benders - Freedom RideBy the End of To...
Posted by Kid North on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 12:29:00 PST

brandy & hot milk

I wish I could go to bed, but right now few things are as fantastic as feather pillows and old playrights. Or cold french fries from night drives, music I once listened to and tried to forget and...
Posted by Kid North on Sat, 22 Mar 2008 02:39:00 PST

marry me...

Too tired to walk home, however, not too tired to post my latest playlist on myspace! Horray! If you liked the show (or disliked it) I will expect a detailed and heartfelt essay describing your feelin...
Posted by Kid North on Mon, 03 Mar 2008 04:55:00 PST

human hands

woke up late todayfelt unimportantmake a sandwichhold the wheatobsoleteI write some linesobese and vapidthey smear themselveson my mindthey don't sticklike my heart sticks in my throatso I can almost ...
Posted by Kid North on Fri, 04 Jan 2008 04:26:00 PST

amorous

hands like chalkcarress the walls of my bedroomwith words like paper planesand a God that I don’t knowpersonally, no feargets in the way ofsweet sky, slender foghow I’d loose my mind if th...
Posted by Kid North on Mon, 31 Dec 2007 01:21:00 PST