whacky whacky kate

she's just so weird and special.

Kate Bush transforms me into a deranged fan. I don't know where to begin to explain it: there's her Brontëesque precocity (how does a 13-year-old compose "The Man With the Child In His Eyes"?); her voice, or rather voices (swan-necked soprano, bass-deadpan, banshee wail, pure as snowmelt); or her firsts (first British solo woman to write and sing a No 1 single, to top the album charts and to enter the album charts at No 1). Of her six mature albums released between 1980 and 2005, four are near-masterpieces while two (1985's Hounds of Love and 2005's Aerial) are masterpieces. (c)

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You know what I’m looking forward to?
Meeting people with whom I spent a little bit of time in, say, twenty years, and reminiscing.
“Remember when I was 24 and life seemed so full of possibilities?”

I hope I’ll have something good to show for all this clawing.