Jude Rogers reviews Kate Bush’s first concert in 35 years. (via pitchfork)
Not a big fan of the paralipsis here:
Here is a 56-year-old woman who looks like a 56-year-old woman, in a long black coat, black hair trailing down her back, singing to us. She doesn’t look like an idol at all. There’ll be too much discussion about her beauty, of course—Robert Plant, an artist similarly sexual in his younger years, and on his own path, never gets that now—but it is wonderful that she looks as she does on the stage. This isn’t kowtowing to convention, after all. This is mum doing whatever the hell she wants.
Similarly, I’m not even going to talk about how this paragraph has its cliché and disdains it too.