K.Flay

my name is kristine but people call me k.flay. i grew up in wilmette, IL, eating poppy seed hot dog buns and rocking air jordans a size too big.

at 18 i moved to california to attend stanford university, where i studied marxist theory and pavlovian dogs. in between library cram sessions, i started banging keys on midi controllers and talking into mics. now that’s pretty much all i do.

i currently live in san francisco, hobnobbing with lunatics and writing music. i’ve played shows all over the country with a bunch of different artists. this past fall, i wrote, produced, and recorded a non-edible mixtape called MASHed Potatoes. if you were to put hip hop, indie rock, and electronic music in a blender, it would sound like me.

i like reading books and telling stupid jokes. i wish i could do a single pull-up. URB magazine said i had a “bad-ass style that comes straight from a feral and natural talent.” i said, “hell yeah.”
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FAQ

1) figure skates or hockey skates?
hockey skates, because they are better at slicing french baguettes. HOWEVER i do possess a deep respect for nancy kerrigan. after jeff gillooly (what kind of a name is that anyway??) went 2001 space odyssey on her knee, i sent her a sympathy letter, and she actually wrote back. take that, shawn kemp. you are not the most super of sonics.

2) best office supply?
scotch tape. paper clips and staples are for people with low self-esteem.

3) favorite US president?
FDR all the way. my grandpa loved that guy so much he had a BRONZE BUST of roosevelt in his office. plus it takes some very large cojones to be commander in chief for 13 years, at a time when the whole country needed prozac but it hadn’t been invented yet.

4) the finest beverage ever created?
vanilla coke. in a bottle, not a can.

5) why did the chicken cross the road?
because i lured it with strawberry blow pops.