Marry Me.

I spend an AWFUL lot of time looking for new music. Trawling through website after website; tracking down new sources and following up on leads from others; asking anyone and everyone what they listen to – all in the hopes of discovering the next fixture on my MP3 player; the next companion on a cold, wintery night (or long night of the soul, as the case may be).

Sometimes I hit a dead end. I find myself with no-one new, simply finding again what I’ve already found. I know that I’ll find someone else soon – but sometimes it takes time.

And other times, I wonder where the Hell someone’s been all my life. Kina Grannis, it’s you.

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Miss Grannis is a 24 year old singer of Japanese, English, Irish, French, Dutch, Welsh and Scottish origins. I throw that in there because I’m Irish, and so now have enough in common with Miss Grannis to propose marriage.

Why marriage, I hear you ask? Well, I don’t. If I could, that would be weird – why on Earth would you be in my apartment? Where would I fit you all? How would I feed you all? And I just don’t have enough towels for everyone.

Basically, I feel I could happily spend the rest of my life listening to Miss Grannis (assuming she decided not to take my last name…). And from her 2010 album “Stairwells”, I give you the reason why…”Delicate”, gently plucked out on an acoustic guitar, with a slow build involving a snare drum, piano and a string section, with a truly and utterly haunting story of not listening to someone who knows you, of forging ahead without thinking of consequences, and the realisation as everything falls apart around you that you should have listened in the first place.

And of course, who couldn’t love someone who called their album after the places they wrote their songs?

While attending college at USC, Kina often retreated to the secluded stairwells around campus where she could write and sing without being heard. Protected by their quiet confines, she found a safe haven and a creative outlet for her music. Armed with a guitar and a cup of tea, Kina wrote in every stairwell she came across.

So how about it, Kina?

You said, “Be careful, it’s delicate, things can just crumble apart.”
But it’s not the same for me
It’s not the same for me

So I kept treading so carelessly
Thin lines that splintered my ground
But I closed my eyes to them
I closed my eyes to them

How did you know that I couldn’t be what everyone wanted me to be?
And how did you know that I wouldn’t see when everything falls away from me?
When everything falls away from me

One day I woke in the rubble
Knee-deep in damage I’d done
And I was ashamed of it
How did it come to this?

How did you know that I couldn’t be what everyone wanted me to be?
And how did you know that I wouldn’t see when everything falls away from me?
When everything falls away from me

How did you know that I couldn’t be what everyone wanted me to be?
And how did you know that I wouldn’t see when everything falls away from me?
When everything falls away from me

When everything falls away from me

I await Miss Grannis’ response to my proposal, and shall keep you all updated.

Kina Grannis – Delicate

www: Kina’s official website, MySpace, and Youtube channel.

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