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Date: Fri, 25 Jan 91 18:35:34 PST
From: ed@das.llnl.gov (Edward Suranyi)
Subject: Warning -- outrageous, possibly offensive song title!

I hope nobody flames me for this -- I'm only the messenger!

The cover story of the February issue of CD Review is "The Joy of Sex in Music." Here's one paragraph:

"[A particular song] is silly enough to fool parents and get on the radio. But sneak a listen to [list of songs] and you'll hear just how far sexual boundaries are being pushed."

One of the songs in that list is -- ready world? --

"Kate's Bush" by Marc Anthony Thompson.

Well, I had to find out what this was all about, just for the record. So I found a copy of his album at Tower. The album is called Watts and Paris. I expected the song to be hardcore punk, but it isn't at all! The melody is that of an ordinary light rock song, with jazz touches. The lyrics are very erotic, but only somewhat sexually explicit. There's no mention of Kate at all. Actually, a lot of the lyrics are very strange. This is by no means a great song, but it's not the horrible thing I was expecting.

Here are the lyrics. You have been warned above.

I once new a virgin that I met at the airport
She was dirty, I was seventeen
Her feet were bare, her lips were chapped
I don't remember why
She had the biggest dad I'd ever seen
Beyond the dreams of avarice
The body finds a home
I kiss her and I lick her
And I put it in the wrong hole
A million apparitions shake a finger in the breeze
The house is made of money
I once knew a junkie who would drop for a dollar
She had the sweetest ass I've ever seen
If you've got a nickel I've got one
And we can call her
You can wake her up, she never dreams
Beyond the dreams of avarice
The body finds a home
I kick it and I lick it
And I put it in the wrong hole
Beyond the dreams of avarice
I whisper it alone
I kiss her and I lick her
And I put it in the wrong hole
The house is made of money

Sorry about that, folks!

Ed Suranyi


Date: Thu, 14 May 1992 12:30:00 -0700
From: Sam Warren <I SW@zis.ziff.com>
Subject: the song "Kate"

A friend recently lent me a CD with a track on it called "Kate". It is explained in the (all-too-brief) liner notes as "variations on a theme by Kate Bush". Well, I listened and listened and listened, but was unable to place the theme by Kate. Nice music, though.

The CD is by Sonny Shirrock. It was released in 1990 (I think). I can't remember the title of the album, but if anybody really wants to know, I could ask my friend.

Anybody else heard this track? Did you recognize the Kate theme?


Date: Thu, 14 May 1992 21:18:06 -0700
From: jeffy@syrinx.umd.edu (Jeffrey C. Burka)
Subject: Re: the song "Kate"

Sam Warren writes:

> A friend recently lent me a CD with a track on it called "Kate". It is explained in the (all-too-brief) liner notes as "variations on a theme by Kate Bush". Well, I listened and listened and listened, but was unable to place the theme by Kate. Nice music, though.

The theme is from "Wuthering Heights." Listen to the chord progression in the background during the chorus of the song. The same theme is used at the end of "Wuthering Heights," slightly...um...faster? fuller? Different, in any event. This is the theme that is adopted in "Kate" and is quite clear near the end of the track.

> The CD is by Sonny Shirrock. It was released in 1990 (I think).

Actually, the man's name is Sonny Sharrock, and the album is Highlife. I've only found the CD for sale once, and it was quite expensive.

> Anybody else heard this track? Did you recognize the Kate theme?

A surprising number have heard this track now, thanks to woj, who included it on the "Happy Gift Project," a compilation tape that the Ecto mailing list made as a holiday present for Happy Rhodes. Also included on that compilation (immediately following "Kate") is an a capella version of "Wuthering Heights" by a vocal group. The "theme" is quite clear in that version as well, due to the fact that near the end of the song, it is picked up by the majority of the singers. Cool stuff.



From: Scott Telford <s.telford@ed.ac.uk>
Date: Sat, 23 May 1992 06:48:57 -0700
Subject: "The Last Show on Earth" Wed 27th

The UK TV special I mentioned a few weeks ago is to be shown on ITV on Wednesday at 20:00 to 22:00 (In the STV and Grampian regions anyway). It's called "The Last Show on Earth", it's about endangered species, and it features "music by Michael Kamen, Elton John, Kate Bush, Seal, Beverley Craven, Julian Lennon and Peter Gabriel" and "interviews with Sigourney Weaver and Ben Kingsley" (quotes from today's Daily Express). CK's Pop Forum (where I read about this first) describes the music as "commissioned".

Sounds good....


From: Scott Telford <s.telford@ed.ac.uk>
Date: Fri, 29 May 1992 04:12:31 -0700
Subject: The Last Show On Earth (again)

If anybody's wondering what KaTe's involvement was, they used the beginning of "Hello Earth" during the title sequence (shots of Earth from space and speeded-up aerial views of mountains and lakes zooming past), and the the end of the same track later in the program. Since the musical director for the show was Michael Kamen, this was only to be expected 8^).

Btw, I've read it's to be shown in 130 different countries, so presumably the USA will be one of them! It's also a very disturbing account of what's happening to the environment. Recommmended.


Date: Sat, 22 May 93 11:02:30 BST
From: GTP10@phx.cam.ac.uk
Subject: A Song About KaTe

On the album "Nothing Is Written" (Avalon Records, GHCD 3 [1991]) by the UK neo-progressive band Galahad, there is a song entitled "Evaporation" which I have long suspected is about KaTe. I finally got a chance to speak to Stu Nicholson, Galahad's lead singer and lyricist, yesterday and he was happy to confirm this.

Here is the lyric in question:


by S. Nicholson

The last time that I saw you was on stage in a video
Alive and high kicking at Hammersmith O... so good
So good

I can close my eyes and picture movement so serene
Beauty in full motion a true whimsical princess...
Oh yes..

So good, so sensual
So good, so sensual, sensual, sensual...

Evaporation, evaporation, where did you go to?
Where did you go?
Evaporation, evaporation, I've really missed you
So much

Although a decade has passed I still think of you
It only seems like yesterday

I know you are no child but I can feel your innocence
When I visualise, in my mind, in my head, ooh yes!
I doubt if you'll ever know me
But it would warm so much if you did, oh if you did

You take all my breath away and send my pulse racing
Into overdrive, you do... without fail

So good, so sensual
So good, so sensual, sensual...

Evaporation, evaporation, where did you go to?
Where did you go?
Evaporation, evaporation, I've really missed you
So much

Not so much as a whisper you further the enigma
Although it seems like yesterday

If only I could talk to you
If only I could meet you
If only we could harmonise together
If only I could sing with you
If only I could breathe you
Maybe we could harmonise together!

Evaporation, evaporation, where did you go to?
Where did you go?
Evaporation, evaporation, I've really missed you
So much
Evaporation, evaporation, it's good to see you back again
in the fold
Evaporation, evaporation, I've really missed you
So much

Don't stay away too long
Don't evaporate
Don't evaporate...

Before rabid philocanines rush out to try to obtain a copy of this, a couple of words of warning:

1. The CD is only domestically available in the UK and Japan

2. The music is not at all KaTian - it is much like early Genesis or Marillion

Geoff Parks


From: vickie@pilot.njin.net (WretchAwry)
Date: Fri, 31 Dec 1993 03:58:05 -0500
Subject: Silly Kate covers

Our friend Mike sent us this. It was in a LA zine called "The Altered Mind #11" (it's old...June 1992, so perhaps it's been mentioned before. I don't remember.)


"Our Life in the Bush of Kate"

(A Collection of Kate Bush covers)

BCO has the nerve to send us another despite the poor review we gave the last one, and I am very happy to have this much more impressive tape. Though BCO know how to be extremely alienating and inaccessible, this tape is neither. All the pieces have some form of speech on them, which helps add a human dimension to the post-music which often sounds machine generated. Generally, BCO manipulate the music and vocals of Ms. Bush's songs, sometimes adding their own music and other sounds. For some of the remakes, BCO have supplied a male vocalist who speaks Ms. Bush's once-soprano offerings in a low monotone or silly falsetto. On "Oh, England, My Concrete Block," perhaps the most involving piece, BCO take Kate Bush interview excerpts and feeds them through a few of their machines. The result is a female voice speaking nonsense and accompanied by about six echoes. Finally, in the last seconds, BCO preserve an entire coherent phrase and allow it to sum up the song. No one is saying this is music, but it certainly has merit as an art form somewhere between spoken word and white noise. For anyone interested in audio experimentation, BCO is a name to remember.

For a copy, send either $5.00 or a tape of answering machine messages (for use in BCO projects) to:

ubuibi, 120 21st Ave., San Francisco, CA 94121

Drukman, you have anything to do with this? :-)



From: DSearch@aol.com
Date: Sat, 22 Apr 1995 18:10:33 -0400
Subject: Kat Elwynn Devlin: Kate interpreter in NYC area

[I visited NYC last fall and my sister, a music reviewer for a local cabaret monthly, took me to see a performance artist named Kat Elwynn Devlin. I posted a review of the show on AOL at the time, but have read nary a mention of Devlin since subscribing to Lovehounds for the past couple of months. In the event Devlin's been overlooked here, following is a copy of my original review]

"Kat Elwynn Devlin Sings The Songs Of Kate Bush" is just that -- Devlin is an actress and club singer and rabid Bush fan whose repertoire consists solely of Kate material. I caught her, in a sparsely attended mini-concert (i.e. 15 or so people in a lounge that holds 4 times that number) during her current engagement Monday nights at Eighty-Eights in Greenwich Village.

Devlin started with a somewhat nervous and overly understated reading of Running Up The Hill, sans any beat whatsoever, which segued into an equally tentative Moments of Pleasure. But with Wuthering Heights, she found her groove -- her pianist, Ross Patterson, contributed synthesized drums, harpsichord, and bass, and the duo managed to bring off a performance which was actually superior to Bush's somewhat fatigued Hammersmith Odeon rendition.

Man With The Child In His Eyes was fine but not much different than what Kate does, but Devlin breathed new life into Moving and Symphony In Blue -- both were better than Kate's originals, with Kat giving each a heartfelt, passionate -- and CLEAR -- delivery. In fact, throughout the show, Devlin's faultless elocution allowed me to catch many lyrics for the very first time.

Other highlights included dramatically performed and imaginatively lit versions of Under Ice and Infant Kiss, and enjoyable comedy like There Goes A Tenner, Coffee Home Ground, and Babooshka -- all of which probably benefited to some extent by Devlin's decision to not fly too solo and instead utilize the directorial skills of Drusilla Davis. For her finale, Devlin saved the best for last -- a searing, chilling rendition of This Woman's Work, which managed to dampen eye sockets as effectively as the Sensual World original.

Devlin is more of a KB interpreter than an imitator. She appears more comfortable with drama and humor than with sensuality. Feel It, in particular, seemed somewhat forced. Her act doesn't include Bush's patented Hammersmith pyrotechnics -- mostly, she's at the mike stand, sometimes on the piano (shades of SNL!), and sings her heart out.

If you're a KB fan, and getting to NYC on one of the next 3 Mondays is doable, you'd be doing yourself a disservice by not checking out this show. Whether Devlin has the uniqueness and authority to make it big-time might be a valid question, but her ability to deliver the goods in the meantime to a Kate-starved nation is, IMHO, beyond question.

"Kate Elwynn Devlin Sings The Songs Of Kate Bush" 8 pm Monday nights 9/19 thru 10/17, ~ 50 minutes

Eighty-Eights 228 West 10th Street (212)924-0088 $12 cover/2-drink minimum, cash only


1- Running Up The Hill 2- Moments Of Pleasure 3- Wuthering Heights 4- Man With The Child In His Eyes 5- Moving 6- There Goes A Tenner 7- Experiment IV 8- Under Ice 9- Mother Stands For Comfort 10- Infant Kiss 11- Feel It 12- Symphony In Blue 13- Coffee Home Ground 14- Babooshka 15- This Woman's Work


From: del.allan@canrem.com (Del Allan)
Date: Sat, 13 May 1995 15:06:00 -0400
Subject: Kate in the Toronto Star

In this morning's paper, there is an excellent poem by a Montreal poet, Jan Conn. The poem, Love As A Moving Object, uses Kate's song,'O To Be In Love', as its base.

Love As A Moving Object

Listening to Kate Bush on the slow
early morning drive to work
past the huge oaks and bright pink houses on 6th. street,
past a disgruntled man in black leather
pushing his dysfunctional Harley along the sidewalk,
it's going to be at least 90 degrees in the shade,
and Kate is singing in her passionate, articulate way
about being in love
and never getting out of it...

We all know what that means
It means to be stalled, trapped,
stuck-because love is a moving object,
like a duck to a duck hunter
who wakes up at 3 a.m. and dresses
in prickly long underwear and hip waders
shivers in the pre-dawn light, the clouds
racing, scattered and eerie overhead,
who gets cramps in his legs, who needs
desparately to sneeze, who strains to see
that fine line dividing water from air,
but listens acutely for their telltale calls,

keeps concentrating out there,
focused on the weather, the duck's weather,
he is like a man
who is very attendant to women,
who gives the illusion of intimacy,
the way the duck hunter takes such good care
of his beautiful hand-painted decoys
and guns,
the way he savours every sweet mouthful
of roast duck, later, after he has carried
the handfuls of warm dead bodies
by the necks and flung them
into the back of his pick-up truck
and called it a day.

Jan Conn

This poem was taken from "What Dante Did With Loss", published by Vehicule Press, Montreal. The author is Jan Conn, who has three other collections of poetry. She grew up in Asbestos Quebec.


From: elana@netcom.com (Elana who?)
Date: Tue, 26 Sep 1995 01:33:34 GMT
Subject: Kate mentioned in new Peter Buffet hit

Peter Buffet, the "Margaritaville" song guy, has done a recent, new cover version of James Taylor's old, familiar "Mexico" song. It's all over the airwaves, overplayed on soft rock stations in many cities.

In the last part of the song, the singer goes into this sort of goofy stream-of-conciousness verbage that seems to completely be off the top of his head as the chorus sings "Ooooo-oohhh, Mexico!" over and over in the background. I don't have it all memorized but most if it goes something like this: "Oh yes, we got Mr. Nordstrom in the galley! We have the wind on our backs... Sailing into the land of the Mayans..." etc. etc....

The Kate mention is near the very end of the song. It goes like this: "...gay men in blue jeans - no, no, that's not politically correct, that's KATE BUSH in blue jeans!!!"

I taped it and listened to it several times - it's Her name there all right!!!

I am surprised I have not heard about it yet on the net - but then again, you guys probably caught it already; and it's all old news to you, which would be just my @#$%! luck. :)



From: Daniel Kian Mc Kiernan <dmckiern@weber.ucsd.edu>
Date: Wed, 27 Sep 1995 08:15:42 -0700
Subject: Re: Kate mentioned in new Peter Buffet hit

On Mon, 25 Sep 1995, Elana who? wrote:

> Peter Buffet, the "Margaritaville" song guy, has done a recent, new cover

Jimmy Buffett, who was once beat up by Buford Pusser.


Date: 09 Nov 95 12:57:00 EST
From: "John L. Aceves" <103042.307@compuserve.com>
Subject: Cathy II

Where is the magick child, in sleepland Splendid,
here faint hope or blithe spirit's rarely found
in seas never ventured after mortal day's ended,
nor lost in stranger waters where bliss is bound
through misty evening tide of unrequited dreams
inhaled 'tween cherub lips in so gentle slumber,
while midnight winds mingle with moonlight beams
to kiss and caress her perfect sense of wonder;
she wanders hereafter in legend-haunted groves
comforted by laughter and a gift of sacred sight,
dances with faeries whose secret names she knows
until holy Darkness wakes to put away the night.
Now she lies sweetly napping in a bed that's true,
upon the open casement, face damp with morning dew.

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written by Love-Hounds
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Wieland Willker
Sept 1995 June 1996