There’s something about Kate Bush
SHE doesn’t seem nervous in the least – not even when the interviewer tries to push the conversation in a personal direction by asking the maiden name of her Irish mother. Smilingly elusively from beneath a tangle of ringlets, Kate Bush purses her lips, explains she’d rather not go into that: since overnight fame kicked down the door on her life, her family has started to feel besieged by the media. She’s taking a stand: no private details, no tittle-tattle.
It is 1978 and Bush is being interviewed on the Late Late Show by Gay Byrne. By now the singer, a worldly 20 year old, has begun to accumulate a reputation for eccentricity – there’s the strange music, simultaneously disembodied and powerfully primal, but also that electrifyingly elusive persona, debuted fully-formed in the video to her first song, Wuthering Heights. So young and yet already she has something of the mad aunt in the attic about her – Miss Havisham updated for the punk era.
