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Skylines

theekidd — Fri, 18 Nov 2011 10:14:41 +0000

Here’s a couple of cityscapes I did this week. The first is just a very quick sketch from a photo

and the second is more of an extended doodle…

Work on the comic is going well. I’ve written the final draft for the first five or so pages and I’ve got the entire first issue mapped out in my head. The characters have developed quite a lot and I’m drawing about six hours a day trying to get all my ideas out. More on this soon…

Fucked Up Once Again

theekidd — Thu, 20 Oct 2011 08:44:35 +0000

I just got three rolls of film back from the camera shop and they’re all fucked except for one photo. 1 photo per film I can deal with, but not 1 for every 3. I might have to give up at this photography lark. I can’t afford it.

Taken with a Smena Symbol Lomo. For my other Lomo photo’s check out my flickr…

Lomo (unedited)

Desolation Row (comic idea)

theekidd — Mon, 17 Oct 2011 14:48:16 +0000

I’ve decided to try and make a comic. I haven’t made a serious attempt at doing one since I was about 10 years old. This is all I want to reveal for now (that and my twitter posts). Hopefully I can get it together…

Pen on paper

Pavement Suck

theekidd — Tue, 11 Oct 2011 10:03:41 +0000

Been trying to relearn how to draw. It’s not like riding a bike. Here’s a couple of portraits I did of two of my best (human) friends.

Fineliner and used-up brush pen on paper

Film Music (DCW & Thee Kidd)

theekidd — Mon, 19 Sep 2011 13:44:13 +0000

Here is some music me and Tom Mayne of David Cronenberg’s Wife made one afternoon in my old bedroom at my Mum’s house back in 2007 or 2008. In case you didn’t know I was once the guitarist for DCW. I joined Tom and the band on their 2nd gig and did some 20 to 30 shows with them. The idea for this music was to try and make something cinematic using Tom’s narrative lyrics and my experimental guitar playing and collection of circuit bent Casio keyboards. For “Stay on” and “Three Dreams” we let the keyboards do most of the work taking us in whatever direction they wanted to go. “The Diplomat” later found its way onto the Helen Llewlyn Product 19 compilation “Electio Pop”. We always planned to do more, and that’s why these recordings never went public, but we never found the time.

NB. Listen to in order and with the volume loud. The mix is low as we were using very primitive multi-tracking software.

The Diplomat by Nathaniel Kidd

Stay On by Nathaniel Kidd

Three Dreams by Nathaniel Kidd

Protected: Thee Kidd Vs Satan

theekidd — Sat, 17 Sep 2011 10:40:28 +0000

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Pen Name

theekidd — Thu, 01 Sep 2011 09:21:29 +0000

I did this logo for a friend’s blog. I will post a link to it when it goes live.

Dip pen on paper

Kidd’s Out of Time and Out of Tune Blues

theekidd — Wed, 24 Aug 2011 20:17:16 +0000

Recorded yesterday.

Nathaniel Kidd – Kidd’s Out of Time and Out of Tune Blues by nathanielkidd

Poem I Wrote on the Tube Home

theekidd — Mon, 15 Aug 2011 11:25:34 +0000

I feel like I’m standing on the edge

Of the flat Earth. About to lose grip

And slip, down onto the tortoise’s back

Scraping down my finger tips, and

Swoosh out into the solar system

Not suffocating, but straying out endlessly

With no hope of ever coming back

Forever drifting, and never dying

Maya’s spirit like a blue flame

Flying next to me in the silence

No thoughts, no feeling, no anything

Getting colder and colder

As we reach the frontier

Anaisthesia. Anathema

I long to be near her xxx

Ode to Stick

theekidd — Fri, 12 Aug 2011 14:05:30 +0000

Oh! To chase a stick!
Pure joy! Barking in fits
Thru the clouds it flies
It’s a bird then a rabbit

Stop right there Mr. Stick!
And get out of the air
Come back down to Earth
Before I give you a scare!

Stop all your dashing
Before I run on ahead
Lay down on the ground
And show that you’re dead!

Oh! To chase a stick!
Back and forth it goes
Where I’d be without you
God only knows

Oh Mr. Stick! Mr. Stick!
You think you’re so quick!
But with your twisting and turning
You’ll only make yourself sick!

You do not deter me
With your flashes of red!
Give up thy struggle
And I’ll relinquish thy head!

Oh! To chase a stick!
Till the ends of the night
A vision of perfect happiness
In a flash of black and white

So we meet again Mr. Stick!
You highway of sorts
Show me your secrets
Or I’ll take you by force!

I’ll crush you, you swine!
I’ll rip you to shreds!
I’ll slit your pocked throat
Whilst you lay in your bed!

I’ll maul you to death
Like the hound that I am!
I’ll gauge out your eyes
With a crash! And a wham!