I still can't work out how I got to this situation, bouncing around the place like a kid on Christmas Eve in anticipation of seeing Kate Bush live in five months time.
Back when I was little I used to hate her. Proper full-on, visceral, skin-crawling loathing. If one of her songs came on the radio or telly I would dive across the room to switch it off and sit there for the next hour or so tamping mad that I'd had to listen to four or five seconds of Kate Bush. By the time I went to university in the late 90s I'd pretty much forgotten about her, partly because that's when she dropped off the radar completely and partly because I was more concerned with going to see punk bands like Police Bastard, Sick on the Bus and In The Shit.
Then, one night, I was lying in bed flicking through the telly channels and on something like VH1 they were playing an hour of Kate Bush videos. I turned on in the middle of Wow and I was instantly hooked. I pressed record on the video (that's how long ago it was) without caring what was already on the tape and I watched the whole thing on loop through the night. Then, without going to bed, I was in the record shop at 9am in the morning buying The Kick Inside.
Within a week I had bought her entire back catalogue including The Whole Story video that I was severely pissed off with because it didn't have the proper version of Wow that had started me off and that I didn't get to tape.
I was still going to see bands like the Subhumans, Oi Polloi and The Varukers most nights but when I got home I would be listening to The Dreaming on a loop.
Strange how things work out.