One foot in the past

Listening to BBC Radio 2 in my car the other day was like jumping in a time machine time to hang out in England in the eighties, Kate Bush was warbling like a demented pixie. I never understood the Bush infatuation, she reminds me of and over enthusiastic a level theatre studies student – I mean who writes a song based on a Bronte book, squeaks her way through it and adds a video of herself prancing through the Yorkshire Dales.

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