The Man With The Child In His Eyes
Kate Bush arrived on the British music scene in 1978, with the quirky ‘Wuthering Heights’. Like or or love her, you had to realise that there had never been anyone like her; before, or since. Combining unusual song writing, dance, mime, drama, and an incredible vocal range, she was once heard, never forgotten.
Her career has been mostly marked by her absences. She has never really sought the limelight, and her public has been privy to very little information about her, or her personal life. She has changed her style of music, much in the same way as more mainstream recording artists, such as Madonna, or Prince. But she has never changed herself. Her own attractive appearance, lisping vocals, and exaggerated facial expressions, have all endured until today.
She is very English, both in delivery and style. Drawing from literature, art, poetry, and classical dance, she has carved out something unique in the music business. One note of her song, or a few seconds of video, and it is instantly recognisable as Kate Bush. Her disappearances from the scene have only served to fuel the sense of enigma that surrounds her, leaving her fans to anticipate her next incarnation, and the sounds that will accompany it.
This is not necessarily my favourite song from her large body of work. I might prefer ‘Cloudbusting’, Hounds Of Love’, or ‘Running Up That Hill. This is the woman that brought us ‘Army Dreamers’, ‘Don’t Give Up’, and so many others. The reason for choosing this song, is that she wrote it when she was thirteen years old. I will type that again, for emphasis. Thirteen years old.
That isn’t just talent. That is sheer genius.