I’ve been thinking about Kate Bush a lot.
I’ve spent some time thinking about her before, but now I’m back on the topic.
Babooshka was on a homemade mixed CD in a friend’s car on the way back from a wedding, and – well what is there to say? It’s a brilliant song. Mental, but brilliant. (I’d like that to appear on my epitaph)
This then led to some prolonged ear-soaking in Bush – I think I’ve probably listened to Wuthering Heights around 60 times in the last week.
I just love her. She’s like some crazy genius psychotic fairy, prancing weightlessly through time, fiercely floating, barking mad. Inspiring.
Wikipedia tells me KB was a prodigy who wrote WH in her teens, insisted on WH being her debut despite EMI’s disapproval, and spent an early advance from the label on interpretative dance lessons (a sound investment).
Interestingly, I also happened to go an unexpectedly odd dance class (my first) last Friday – not intentionally, I was duped by a friend who proclaimed it to be commercial jazz/hip hop, who then wet herself laughing as I tried to do peculiar arm flaps in double time.
In retrospect, it was meant to be.
I plan to recreate Kate’s iconic Wuthering Heights music video, as a tribute to her awesomeness.
And it looks like I’m not alone!! By a mere 2 months, I have missed this:
The Ultimate Kate Bush Experience!!! Amazing. I could have been there, with all ma’ Kate Bush hommies, swishing my arms on the Brighton moors. Gutted.
As it is, I will have to make do with Clapham Common.
- I have a cameraman – a friend has agreed to shoot the action and even suggested a smoke machine (wow!)
- I have a dress – but it lacks sleeves, important for billowing. Maybe I could contact one of the 300 assassins…
- I have the dance training (well, my 1 baffling lesson) – but learning Kate’s moves might be tough
This comes after some talk of busking, and some intense work on learning Kate’s piercing battle cry (ideal street entertainment no?).
Apparently Lambeth and Greenwich do not require a license for buskers…