Kinsey Rose  

October 12, 2009

Monday 9:00pm

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The big ugly yellow piano in my basement when I was a little girl. My older sister and I were always pluckin' out songs and singing together. Our parents luckily signed us up for piano lessons and it took off from there. I remember recording music on my karaoke machine when I was six. I'd lay down a piano part and vocals, then would dub it over to side B and do harmonies. I started young and wanted to play everything imaginable, and just about did.

I moved to Cincinnati after graduation from high school to go to college here. To be completely honest, I am not sure why I choose Cincinnati, it was time to pick a college and I was clueless. I threw about 6 college names in a hat and it said to come to Cincinnati, so I did. It wasn't then that I knew I wanted to be an actual artist. I knew I wanted to pursue music but wasn't sure how or which road to take. With time, struggles, college, and just really finding out who I am, my eyes have been opened to the road that I believe is my calling.

I have been blessed and been able to go to many countries and was able to share music with the people in those countries. One of my favorite memories was going to an orphanage in Guatemala. They children flocked to me because I had a guitar. I was able to teach them songs in English and they would teach me the same song in Spanish. The smiles on their faces were priceless, especially when I taught them how to play the guitar. It's amazing what music can do to bring people together. Believe it or not, one of the most memorable places I have been and continue to go when I get a chance to get away is Maytown, KY. It's a poverty stricken small town of 500 in Eastern, KY surrounded by beautiful mountains. I have worked there the past two summers leading worship for large groups that come in to work in the town. By work I mean building houses, laying a roof, or digging holes for the people who need it. Being away from my "regular" world gives me so much inspiration for songwriting. I have been able to met so many people and listen to their stories. I even wrote a song about a couple of people I ran into while walking the streets of that town, called "Streets of Maytown". Every time I am there I end up playing very frequently by request and have seen people cry when they listen to it, hopefully not because it's that bad of a song, but because it touches people and that's what it's all about.