The Ninth Wave

30/09/2014 16:11

Sur le blog Rosalind Jana

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The Ninth Wave

I saw Kate Bush a week ago today, accompanied by my parents. It was an evening of pure spectacle – an entire, self-enclosed world of narratives by turns joyful, by turns dark. A world peopled by birds, puppets, fish people, dancers, astronomers, family members – and, to re-purpose a T.S Eliot quote, “at the still point of the turning world”, Kate. Yet, really, she wasn’t that still. The stage was hers to dance upon and spin over and be hauled around. But, being the one we’d all ultimately come to see (and hear), there was of course a heady sense of the performance hinging on her presence – although she...

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