Post by orangeman on Dec 27, 2005 6:25:12 GMT
It is probably by an act of God that I even know who Kate Bush is. I lived in Somerset, Kentucky in the USA at the time, and I saw Wuthering Heights on MTV. It seemed strange at first, but uplifting in an otherworldy way. The lyrics talked about tortured love and haunting, but on the screen was a beautiful, and I mean BEEEEAUTIFUL raven-tressed siren, dancing...miming...something...in a flowing white dress. It was as if she were a new lifeforce. I bought TKI and LH from the local record store. (The store manager had never heard of her!) And that was it for a few years.
In 1985 I started at Berea College. One day in the cafeteria I noticed a blonde girl looking at me. When I walked by their table (She was with a girlfriend) the blonde said "Excuse me." I said "Hi, can I help you?"
She said, "Can you help us settle an argument we've been having?" I said sure and she asked "Do you know who Kate Bush is?" I smiled and said I had two of her albums. She smiled at her friend and said "Told ya." That night I went to a record store and bought HOL. When I heard "The Ninth Wave" I thought I'd gone to Heaven.
The girl's name was Emily and I hope she's still doing OK out there somewhere.
This may seem commonplace testimony to those of you in Great Britain, but for rural Kentucky this was quite serendipitous.
In 1985 I started at Berea College. One day in the cafeteria I noticed a blonde girl looking at me. When I walked by their table (She was with a girlfriend) the blonde said "Excuse me." I said "Hi, can I help you?"
She said, "Can you help us settle an argument we've been having?" I said sure and she asked "Do you know who Kate Bush is?" I smiled and said I had two of her albums. She smiled at her friend and said "Told ya." That night I went to a record store and bought HOL. When I heard "The Ninth Wave" I thought I'd gone to Heaven.
The girl's name was Emily and I hope she's still doing OK out there somewhere.
This may seem commonplace testimony to those of you in Great Britain, but for rural Kentucky this was quite serendipitous.
Slooshy sloshy slooshy sloshy get that dirty shirty clean. Slooshy sloshy slooshy sloshy make those cuffs and collars gleam. Everything clean and shiny.