So many people have contacted me through Twitter and asked that I don’t give away any spoilers in relation to the Kate Bush show. I don’t think I would be very good at a normal review so if you would like to read about the detail of the opening night of Kate’s run at Hammersmith Apollo, then Alexis Petridis at The Guardian has written a very accurate and detailed report. However, I do mention some of the elements of the show in this piece.
I’m going to write about Kate Bush, and me.
We go back a long way, though Kate doesn’t know it. In 1976, I was working for a record company in Paddington, when one of the directors told me to go outside and stop a bloke who was painting graffiti on the wall next to our offices. I imagine I was asked to undertake this task because I was the youngest member of the team. I went out and approached the young fellow with the can of paint. He didn’t run away; he just smiled and said, “Hello…”
I was too late anyway because he had already painted the name of a band on the wall and he was admiring his work, which, to be critical, wasn’t terribly good. The paint was running and dripping quite a lot, but the words were still legible. ‘The KT Bush Band’ were the words he had sprayed. He was Kate’s brother.