On The Subject Of Her New Gold Star - Kind of Like Spitting

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We say I love you every time we hang the phone. But it's
not like you're alone. A
scene as awkward, but not
really like an end. And it's
not like we're just friends.
So strange to really like
him, so nice to see the joy
that it brings. Right where
you belong, not in these
creepy songs with me. And
when we hold that second longer chest to chest, I can
feel your heart beating in
your breast. To see your
happiness is the truest gift.
Like when you're on the phone
with him and you bite your
lip. So strange to change
from a martyr into a person,
did you know you always
helped keep me from slipping?
Right where you belong, not
in these creepy songs with me.

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Inactive 2006- early 2011. Performed in the interim with/as Blunt Mechanic. Now active again.

Kind of Like Spitting has taken a staunchly independent approach to making records and performing, releasing eight records (at latest count) on small DIY indie labels (including but not limited to Hush Records, Barsuk, and Redder Records) , and doing tours across the country in a variety of venues, from the neighborhood house party to the big rock arena. At the core of KOLS is Ben Barnett, singer/songwriter with a talent for writing gut-wrenching tales of life and love.

Ben was previously in an indie rock band called Slotcar and he also played in the original line-up of The Thermals for a while.
David J. has a solo project called Novi Split.

A new record is planned for release in January 2010 under the name Blunt Mechanic. Seattle's Barsuk will release the disc, which will be titled World Record. Barnett debuted the new band at Mississippi Studios in Portland, OR. in August 2009.

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