He said I was a flower of the mountain, yes. But now I’ve powers o’er a woman’s body, yes.
Neil Gaiman about Kate Bush and “The Sensual World”:
One of the things I love about Kate Bush is her absolute ability to pluck things that you would never expect to see on a Rock album and put them there, and make them work. James Joyce’s Ulysses — one of the greatest passages in all of English or Anglo-Irish literature is Molly Bloom’s glorious soliloquy ending in a sequence of yeses. It’s about embracing the world of the senses, embracing yourself, embracing sex, embracing love, embracing the future, embracing all possibility.
And it goes all the way back from me, to “Wuthering Heights”. This is somebody who’s not afraid of books. Somebody who’s not afraid of reading. Somebody who’s not afraid of writers. Who’s not afraid of translating/being an intermediary/being a door between the world of books and the world of Rock.
“Byron once said of Keats: “Keats writes about what he imagines. I write about what I live.” Most Rock ‘n’ Roll people write about their lives in some way. Kate Bush is more like Keats in that she writes about what she imagines.”—Kate Bush by Steve Coogan
“My daughter, she tells me when she grows up she wants to be a singer or a comic. I say, well, baby, if you want to be a comic, you’ve got to be a writer. But don’t worry, you have got tons of material: your mother is a manic depressive drug addict, your father is gay, your grandmother tap dances and your grandfather eats hearing aids.”—The mother in question is Carrie Fisher, the grandmother Debbie Reynolds and the grandfather Eddie Fisher
I love this. There’s about seven songs contained in “Lovelink”—some stomping, some shivering, cop sirens, Prefuse-y bleep-synths, slowed-down gabber drums even, and most importantly a soft voice that dances across the track like if you dismissively flicked a caterpillar and, as it flew through the air, it turned into a butterfly and just hung out.