*** SUnday Telegraph Interview 1980 **

[rhill@netrun.cts.com (ronald hill)]

THE EXPLOSIVE KATE BUSH
by Sebastian Faulks

Telegraph Sunday Magazine
July 6, 1980

        [Transcribed by Ron Hill]

        Last year an effusive new pop star stunned audiences.  Can she 
keep it up? 

        In the chilly spring of 1978 school playgrounds up and down the 
country rang to the mournful cry of "Cathy!  Heathcliff!"  This was not a 
sudden surge of O-level revision: the children were singing the number 
one pop song - a strange sensual dirge originally sung - or, rather, 
wailed - by a wild-eyed, tangle-haired girl, herself a cross between 
Catherine Earnshaw and Carmen Miranda. 
        At 19 Kate Bush was hailed by the pop press as the most important 
pop singer of the decade.  She combined ethereal and elusive beauty with 
a seaside postcard suggestiveness; her high-pitched voice suggested 
pathos, humour and drama. 
        She followed the hit single "Wuthering Heights" with a 
best-selling album, The Kick Inside, and won every available award.  The 
only doubt was whether she could perform for an audience; whether she had 
the physical stamina, and whether the songs had enough variation to 
compensate for the fact that prolonged exposure to her voice rendered it 
less a dramatic wail than an irritating shriek. 
        After six months preparation Kate Bush set off on tour in January 
1979 [actually this is when the tour preparations really got underway, 
but the tour didn't start until April].  Accompanied by a troupe of 
dancers, jugglers, musicians, and engineers she traveled round the 
country, arriving at the London Palladium in April.  The Daily Telegraph 
reviewer wrote of her show: "It beggars belief... a stunningly original 
stage performance... she has struck the balance between the vivid and the 
simple and it is devastatingly effective... a dazzling testimony to a 
remarkable talent."
        The show was a new departure in the pop world for the way it 
incorporated elements of dance and circus entertainment, and for its 
original use of specially-designed cordless microphones, which allowed 
Kate Bush to keep both hands free as weaved, danced, and tumbled about 
the stage.  For each song she adopted a new persona, aided by lightning 
costume changes.  Male dancers rocked her gently as she became a 
serpentine oriental seductress; motor bikes roared as she turned into a 
strutting leather queen; silence descended as she metamorphosed into a 
lonely waif at the piano; and then she rose up through the dry ice clouds 
for "Wuthering Heights", a woman wailing for her demon lover.
        Now here she sits in the canteen of the Abbey Road Recording 
Studios, this tiny grinning girl whose feet dangle some inches from the 
ground when she is in the studio chair.  Her hair, naturally a dark gypsy 
brown, is currently a fashionable bronze-pink.  Her face is pixie-ish and 
when she smiles she has a dimple - but only on the left and so high up 
that it almost looks as though she is squinting.  She is wearing 
skin-tight black satin trouser, shaggy boots and a loose black jumper.  
She would look more like 21 were it not for her tiny childish fingers. 
        For the past three months Kate Bush has been shut in the basement 
of the building recording songs for her autumn-released new album.  She 
says she feels like a flower without sun, wilting, but she does not 
complain much because the new record is crucially important to her.  
There is a slight air of panic in the studios.  Kate has a unique talent, 
but there is a feeling that the Palladium shows displayed every aspect of 
it to the greatest possible extent.  She has to try to find a way of 
transcending the limitations of her voice and it's wearing qualities.
        She herself scorns such suggestions.  [AT LAST, KATE SPEAKS!] 
"People said I couldn't gig and I proved them wrong.  I'll just have to 
prove them wrong again.  you see, the new album represents a new 
direction for me; it's where I'm at now not last year.  I'll just keep on 
creating, keep on performing."
        But there are, in fact, now plans for another tour.  "Maybe next 
year... I need five months to prepare a show and build up my strength for 
it, and in those five months I can't be writing new songs and i can't be 
promoting the album.  The problem is time... and money."
        The later was a difficulty she sidestepped by putting a 
considerable amount of her own money into the last tour.  The practice of 
artists investing in their own shows is becoming more widespread as costs 
rise, but Kate Bush's show was so expensive that even with her 
contribution EMI were still paying more than they would for most artists. 
 Being famous "gives me the money to do the things I want to do," she 
says.  "Otherwise, I just couldn't afford them.  But fame isn't my 
ambition, I want to carry on learning, getting more information, creating 
and realising ideas."
        Information is a key work for Kate Bush.  She is like magic, 
fastening on to glittering slabs of knowledge and half-glimpsed images - 
a dip into the books of Gurdjieff, the Caucasian mystic, a clutch of old 
films, a fashion magazine, a science textbook, an overheard conversation. 
 "All artists are thieves.  You eat what you steal, digest it and it 
becomes a part of you.  You never just copy, of course."  This mad 
eclecticism is what made her stage shows intriguing.
        "I have to keep an eye on her, you know," says Kate Bush, 
glancing over her shoulder.  "I mustn't let her get out of hand."  She 
looks down.  "Sometimes, it's funny, I feel sort of... inferior to her, 
you know, and I can feel myself starting to behave like her in real 
life."  She is talking, it turns out, about her stage self.  "It's 
frightening," she adds.  And then: "you've got to behave appropriately 
for the situation whether you find yourself in a social situation... I 
just want to be a human being, you know; I'm a human being first and 
foremost."
        This is a not untypical slice of Kate Bush conversation.  A great 
deal of what she says is pure rock cliche', but it is illuminated from 
time to time by oblique and original comments.  All are delivered with 
equal charm and sincerity, with an edge of surprise always cracking the 
almost consonatless London accent.
        Catherine Bush - known as Cathy when she was small =- was born in 
1958, which means she was too late to catch the Beatles.  Her father is a 
Surrey Doctor.  Her mother comes from County Waterford and it is from her 
that Kate inherited her feel for dance: Mrs. Bush was an accomplished 
folk dancer in Ireland, though only for fun and in amateur competitions.  
She was brought up in a comfortable home in Bexleyheath with two older 
brothers, John and Paddy.  Both were fanatical about folk music and Kate 
listened endless to their folk records, sea shanties and Irish jigs.
        She also liked hymns and took violin lessons at school.  There 
was an old organ in the barn on which she used to tinker until one day 
her father showed her middle C on the piano in the living room.  And 
then, in her own words, "Wow!"
        School bored her and though she had some good friends she 
preferred to lock herself away in her room.  "I worked out this dance and 
mime to The Beatles' Eleanor Rigby.   I just lived in the world of the 
song for days and days, dancing it, getting it right."  Meanwhile she 
also listened to Billie Holiday, Judy Garland, Gene Kelly and a new group 
just appearing on the British scene, King Crimson.  ANd then she started 
writing her own songs, "mostly about myths, spirits, that kind of thing; 
not fairies... stronger than that." 
        What happened next was like something from a fairy story.  When 
she was 14 she made a tape of her songs and, via a friend of a friend, it 
found its way to David Gilmour, guitarist from the Pink Floyd group, 
Gilmour, who has a reputation for helping new talent, paid to have proper 
recordings made and played them to EMI, who signed her up at once.  She 
was to start recording for them when she was a little older, "when I felt 
ready handle the situation."
        So Kate - as she was by now - left St. Joseph's School, Abbey 
Wood, with armfuls of O-levels, a recording contract and a windfall 
legacy from her aunt tucked away in the bank.
        The next step in her education was to study with the mime and 
dance artist Lindsay Kemp, of whom she speaks in tones of awe and 
gratitude.  "the first time I saw him it was like a whole new world 
opened up for me.  He did more than I'd ever seen done on the stage 
before and he never opened his mouth!"
        She has worked hard at her dancing and is lucky enough to have 
long legs, which give a sinuous elegance to some of her less orthodox 
movements.  She smokes and stays up late, though she has been a 
vegetarian for the last five years - which, she says, makes her feel much 
better in body and mind.
        Kate Bush was brought up a Roman Catholic, but "it never touched 
my heart."  She now professes to a vague humanistic belief in the central 
premise of most religions - that we should be kind to other people.  
        She is a curious mixture of naivete' and sophistication.  Her 
avowed aim is to lay herself open to as many influences as possible - to 
go on gathering information and "carry on learning."
        What she has yet to do is learn how to be selective - to filter 
the various stimuli so that she can see what is useful and what is dross. 
 Her second-single, "The Man With The Child In His Eyes", was a touching 
and subtle song about he different ways in which the ageing process 
effects men and women [huh?], which she wrote when she was just 13.  Yet 
her latest single, "Breathing" is about the environment [actually it's 
about nuclear war] - that corniest of all rock standbys [moron] - and 
sounds far more like the work of a teenager.  [Dipshit]
        Time is short and the pop public is fickle [the corniest of all 
rock standbys].  If the new album is a flop and there is no tour in 
prospect, Kate Bush has only the frequent impersonation of her on 
televisions (for which she is very grateful) to keep her in the public 
consciousness.  She does not seem worried.  "I'll just carry on 
performing.  It's the only thing I know how to do."
        She is very young to be facing such a watershed in her life, but 
luckily she has the resilience of youth as well as its vulnerability.  In 
the long term she would like to have children, but it would be unfair to 
them, she says, to think about that just yet.

        She lives in a plant-filled flat in a 19th century house in one 
of the quieter streets of Lewisham, southeast London.  She and her 
brothers each have a floor.  "A very ordinary flat," she calls it, 
"though I like it because it's go all my things in it.  It's just far 
enough out to be nice and quiet.  I'd like to live in the country really 
but the flat's best for the moment, while I'm working in London, because 
I can't drive, you see."  [Katedoes have a license, which she got after a 
failed attempt.]
        She is understandably reticent about her private life.  WHen she 
is not working she says she likes to sleep.  "then I like to catch up on 
things - go and see my parents, go and see friends.  And I like to catch 
up on all the films I've missed and I just like watching telly."  She is 
also a keen cook.  She makes her own bread an any number of vegetarian 
dishes - "Being a vegetarian makes it that much more of a challenge."
        As for boyfriends, she says, "yes, sure I have on; I have lots of 
boyfriends, you know, I really like people."
        Simon Drake, a musician who worked on her shows [close, he was a 
magician] , once said: "There are more young men in love with Kate Bush 
than any other performer."  Her reaction to this is: "An incredible 
compliment!  I love it when people say I'm attractive, because I don't 
really see it myself - I don't think I'm beautiful.  But it's the nicest 
thing you could say!"
        And there is no false modesty of disingenuousness in that remark. 
 It is odd that Kate Bush made her name as a performer because the 
audience never knew what character she would appear to be next; yet she 
is so irresistible as a person because she is quite guileless.

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