![]() Other than the woofers and what sound like a few more tweeters in Aerial's birdsong passages, there has been precious little messing with Bush's music at all. She's behind you… Bush with her son Bertie and Bob Harms in The Ninth Wave. It's funny how little mystique there is to this most reclusive of artists, now perkily announcing the interval. If Bush felt any nerves the first time on stage in 35 years the previous evening, tonight she is the perfect host. It's David Walliams and Jeanette Winterson rather than Lily Allen. On night two, the celeb profile has changed slightly. As it is, there are signs of luvviness – Bush gushes her thanks to the former RSC director Adrian Noble for his work on the production – but you are never in any doubt that she remains a questing artist, fabulously unconventional in her concerns. She could have returned to the cultural fray for an almighty ego-rub. Bush performs the song flawlessly and with obvious pleasure, just a few minutes into the second night of her 22-date comeback run.Īt 56, she could easily have matured into some theatrical grand dame shod in high heels and accessorised with self-satisfaction. It is rather wonderful that she has taken her shoes off and thrown them in the lake for us, as per the lyrics of The Hounds of Love. ![]()
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