by Natalie Durkin
I arrive an hour prior to have a pre-show chat with Katie Mitchell, Kilo Tango’s frontwoman. I approach Katie at the bar where she’s with her friend and bassist, Caitlin Dee. She lights up like her fiery red hair and gives me a warm hug when I say, “Are you Katie?” We step outside to talk, Dee in tow. Mitchell tells me about her cottage cheese addiction, the café in Echo Park that has her heart, and how to do what you love and survive the meltdowns that come with it.
by Natalie Durkin
I was at Urban Outfitters on Ventura Boulevard with a friend last spring when I ran into Molly Kirschenbaum. Warm, inviting, redheaded, and smiley, Molly, out shopping with her mom, was just a normal teenaged girl. But not to me.
Molly is a musical artist, known as Moollz. Before that encounter, I would often play her EP, Moon Fruit, because it took me out of the suburbs and to another galaxy with its trademark synth and Molly’s mesmerizing, inviting melodies.
by Natalie Durkin
My country’s doormat
reads: SORRY, NO VACANCIES
Cheap apology.
I want it to read:
YOU’RE WELCOME HERE, DO COME IN
Make yourself at home.
by Natalie Durkin
I go to the streets in a summer dress, today,
because I’m afraid of a new year with the locked air of a suitcase
a cold I may not feel and all I wanted was feeling
I wanted a blue jacket that smelled like thyme and you
