KATE BUSH – Minnie Mouse is Alive and Attending Drama Class
We need to talk about Kate Bush.
Kate Bush did 22 dates at London’s Hammersmith Apollo in 2014, her first live shows in 35 years, and the tickets sold out in 15 minutes. Now guess what you got for the hype? Dancers dressed as fish skeletons, a wooden puppet child walking round the stage,a band in beak masks, and a mini-play about sausages. I couldn’t have mocked it any better in my usual exaggerations, only this was reality.
She’s one of the artists who makes me think that I must be living in a some parallel universe, diligently doing her part to make this world intellectually insufferable. Since the end of 70s and to this day, there is a constant stream of hipsters raving about her pompous music and studied classicism, and another constant stream of annoying quirky singer / songstress types like Tori Amos, Fiona Apple or Florence and the Machine, all for whom Kate Bush was the blueprint. You might think it’s forgivable. That’s your opinion.
Especially Americans seem to have an inferiority complex regarding sophistication and so they regularly consider everything coming from England (home of red-faced meatheads) as the peak of art. And so an academic class which is less sophisticated than it thinks has included Kate Bush into their canon, a canon that more and more serves the purpose of social-medial name-dropping and good-taste-signaling.
My trauma with her began when in the 80s and 90s MTV was playing ‘Don’t Give Up‘, Kate Bush’s gruesome duet with Peter Gabriel in an endless loop along with R.E.M.‘s waterboarding score ‘Losing My Religion‘. A masochist drive and negative fascination glued to me to the screen each time I saw Bush and Gabriel tightly embracing like they were mates in a very very strange self-help group, only they were doing it in front of a screen showing different states of the sun and moon and while standing on a revolving state, circling around in slow-motion while singing „Don’t give up / ‘Cause you have friends“ . I still have an undiagnosed eye-cancer from it and developed a pronounced sense for surrogate shame.
Other music videos of Kate Bush always and necessarily involved chiffon scarves and flowing skirts held together by a belt, and the “crazy esoteric cat-lady from next door“ vibe didn’t stop there, but Kate would always start to dance exactly as you would expect the lunatic hobby-witch to dance: moving like she was having an epileptic seizure and with the charm of an amateurish highschool drama class attendant and her first attempts in borderline eccentricity which she falsely and eternally confuses with art. I’m not talking about one particular Kate Bush video here, but all of them.
Mime has always belonged to the theatre and was never cool, but always creepy- ask Chucky the killer doll. I absolutely hated David Bowie‘s early pantomime phase too, but at least he soon grew out of this theatrical shit, whereas Kate Bush is perpetually stuck in this infantile phase. Isn’t she ashamed and aren’t her fans ashamed because of the obviousness of this all?
Honestly, Kate Bush is not even a proper witch but at the same time worse than a witch because she is an esoteric witchlike creature full of lunatic pretense. What kind of self-understanding and life concept is it to eternally cover yourself in violet silk scarves and jump around on stage, mercilessly exposing and ridiculing yourself because everybody just knows that YOU ARE IMAGINING TO BE A FUCKING FAIRY.
The typical female Kate Bush fan is a Ballerina-hobbit who wants to give herself a thoughtful and mysterious aura by practising elusive and pretentious glances in front of the mirror and unleashing them on unsuspecting citizens in her home city’s bus line or grocery store. She lays in the grass with a book by Emily Brontë, takes a sip out of her Victorian coffee cup and sometimes every once in a while puts the book on her chest, takes a deep breath, and zooms into the grass, wondering about the microcosm around her- birds, bees, life. She’ll get lost in the pretense of a banal poetry, which must include some kind of ‘ghost’ or ‘ghostliness’ „Out on the wiley, windy moors / We’d roll and fall in green.“
The male Kate Bush fan is a proto-feminist type that will do anything to get into the pants of the female Kate Bush fan, and in the prospect of pussy is feminizing himself in a very unhealthy way if you ask me. He has chosen to play the role of the understanding, empathic good guy who has a thing for quirkiness and some herb-witch-lunacy. There is also a slightly creepy aspect to it when grown-up men are fantasizing about banging- excuse me, I meant ‘making super intense sensual love’- to a petite, pouting child-like fairy. I don’t know, man… I really don’t know. It’s no less creepy than the borderline pedophilia of Britney Spears‘ ‘Hit me baby, one more time‘. Kate Bush doesn’t work as a subject of sexual and amorous desires, but she’d make sense as a tarot reader or crochet machine. She’d also make sense as a garden gnome in your front garden.
Here’s the best way to deal with Kate Bush: I came, I saw, I fucked off.
by Saliha Enzenauer
Thank you. Though once a Gabriel fan, to me, Kate Bush has only ever playacted at being an artiste (with an e), badly at that; just as when I criticized MTV videos as nonsense way before Zappa’s “Be In My Video,” full of kerosene smoke, harsh lighting, bad slo-mo and the occasional random horse, everyone I knew told me how I “don’t understand art.” Decades later we find the truth: with some exceptions (again, like Gabriel or the Cars) the MTV videos were random, simply what they could afford and had on hand, and Bush finally admitted since she hadn’t watched or read “Wuthering Heights,” she got the plot, and thus her lyrics, all wrong… The emperor (or the empress) has no clothes.
Thank you. Though once a Gabriel fan, to me, Kate Bush has only ever playacted at being an artiste (with an e), badly at that; just as when I criticized MTV videos as nonsense way before Zappa’s “Be In My Video,” full of kerosene smoke, harsh lighting, bad slo-mo and the occasional random horse, everyone I knew told me how I “don’t understand art.” Decades later we find the truth: with some exceptions (again, like Gabriel or the Cars) the MTV videos were random, simply what they could afford and had on hand, and Bush finally admitted since she hadn’t watched or read “Withering Heights,” she got the plot, and thus her lyrics, all wrong… The emperor (or the empress) has no clothes.
So clever you said it twice!
Perfect 👌
You made me laugh so hard! Love the Hall of Shame! 👍
Saliha,
I agree with your comical destruction of Kate Bush. If music listeners want sounds that are “dreamy”, they are better off hearing Slowdive’s Just For a Day and Souvlaki than the overrated Kate Bush.
Thanks Mark, hope you are doing good after all -Saliha
Hi Saliha.
Some time ago, I listened to the “acclaimed” Hounds Of Love.
I found no innovation, and I never understood the insane cult that surrounds the record. You made a very accurate description of their hardcore fans. They live inside an alternate universe where Bush’s albums are hailed as universal masterpieces. I also agree that Kate laid the foundations for all the “Fiona Apples” around the world. Bush’s way of acting on stage is hilarious, she is some kind of pseudo-intellectual fairy. I had a really good time with this delicious destruction. The video sums up all your statements 😂
The video is the best, isn’t it? What a nuthouse!
I’ll grant Kate Bush that she’s different and triggers such actions as seen in the video… Not my cup of tea though.
Kate Bush is quite a visionary and honestly a genius. I used to be in the pants of an American Kate Bush fan and it’s some of the best pants I’ve ever been in. Good writing but strongly disagree, and not looking for recognition of any Kate Bush fans.
I’m glad you made some good experiences, lol.
Finally, someone else ‘gets it’ 🙂
Quite like early Kate Bush. I went to one of those shows, at enormous expense. I was quite refreshed and slept through nearly all of it, but woke up for the last three songs, which were the good ones from Hounds Of Love if I remember correctly. Can I just thank you in passing for dissing ‘Losing My Religion’, a song I have never once voluntarily heard but has tortured me incessantly since its inception.
I’m absolutely traumatized by Losing my Religion, song, video, record cover, just all.
Love the “Palestinian Lives Don’t Matter” banner today. God bless you and Bobby Gillespie. You’re awesome.
Thanks. I’m sure we’ll be branded antisemitic within a second, but it has to be said right now. I might as well add that Jemenite lives don’t matter, Syrian lives don’t matter… the list is fucking endless. Love Bobby Gillespie’message and fight.
You’re a riot! This is so, so great.
Loved your destruction of Nick Cave, and now this. Queen of truth!
Thank you so much. Nick Cave and Kate Bush are some prime examples for the naked emperor, with their names being the cruelest four letter words.
Just keep them coming. First, Nick Cave and now the insufferable Ms Bush. Her meaningless pretensions responsible for so much bad music forced upon me during my college years. Your analysis of both the female and male fan-base is spot on. Nobody else would dare to say the truth And…I don’t know how you found this video or if a secret VW team of investigators was unleashed upon the English countryside. I imagine these festivals are everywhere in the UK. Training the next generation of useless gnomes.
Thank you. Unfortunately, there are a lot of videos like this to be found on YouTube. It’s a scary cult
I’m laughing so hard 😂
The video in the end confirms all that you’re saying, brilliant 😂😂
I thought so – there’s an incredible lunacy on display.
God bless you Saliha 🙏