I love Kate Bush. I am listening to her as I type.
She's one of those marvels to me - literally, 'is she real'? From Wuthering Heights to Running Up That Hill (basically the whole of Hounds of Love), to Babooshka, Rubber Band Girl and the present day. She came fully-formed (see also: Polly Harvey, Rimbaud) and just gets better.
Having been introduced to it a couple of nights ago by my gorgeous hairdresser Jonathan, 50 Words for Snow is going to be my constant listening for the winter. I can already tell.
I went to my amazing local record shop to buy it this morning (Resident, see sidebar). They have a lovely thing there, of writing their own explanatory/helpful notes, stuck to the cover of each album. Wonderfully, this one started 'The story of her intense relationship with a snowman...'. How could you not pick it up?!
Kate has so many of the qualities that are my constant loves: massive hair, theatricality, a relatively normal personal life despite her creative gifts, a fondness for leotards and chiffon...
But you don't need me to tell you that she's greatter than the sum of those ridiculously amazing parts.
50 Words for Snow - the only winter listening that will ever be happening in my house now.