I first encountered Kate’s art on MTV in 1985 in the song Running Up That Hill. It took my breath away. The lyrics, the pageantry and deep meaning and her utter lack of concern for what a song should be. She simply didn’t care. She made the music that was in her soul and the music industry just had to live with it. And her soul is pretty weird. Her music sometimes confuses and offends the senses. She shrieks. She moans. She explodes. Kate is what Yoko Ono wishes she was.
The purity of her expression and the red hot heat of her passion for the mundane is unique in the world of art. I am grateful that the world was gifted with at least one true artist: The divine, Kate Bush
If you don’t know her, here are a few of her popular songs. The last of which (Her duet with Peter Gabriel) has been credited with saving many men from suicide: Not least of which is Elton John. Without further ado: