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Who wouldn’t settle down with Kimbra?
Isn’t it great when you see an artist pre-meteoric-rise-to-famedom? You’re pretty much obliged to be a dick and say things like “but of course I saw her perform a year ago. Didn’t you?” And “you can tell she’s been working with Francois Tetaz.” And “I’ve been to two of her gigs at The Toff, sooo… it’s cool if I ask her to marry me, right?.”
Somehow I get the feeling Melbourne’s smokey soul princess Kimbra wouldn’t have a bar of it. Or she’d send those two creepy blonde creatures after me. Or burn down my house and dance on my front lawn. Either way, I reckon she’s one to keep an eye on.
Chris.
