I committed to this yesterday, and if you have a blog, I implore you to join in. If not, I implore you to read. Keep up with me, and see if I can keep up with the list.
Kate Bush – Wuthering Heights
I wish I could pinpoint exactly when I first got Spotify. I was in love with this song and, not owning any of Kate Bush’s stuff, it became my Bush-listening device. And ridiculous as it is to suggest that a song two decades old that I’d heard hundreds of times before changed my outlook… it did. Yeah, I lost my poptimism virginity to Kate Bush. What of it?
This is particularly apt because it’s been almost exactly a year since I turned this into an active blog and eventually bought alex-spencer.co.uk. The turning point, in my mind, will always be the Britney post. It was here, with Kate Bush holding my hand, that I was led into the defend-Pop-to-the-death mindset that is now, I think, my final mode. It was around the same time that I discovered Freakytrigger (the Wuthering Heights entry of Popular being the first thing I read) and started reading Paul Morley’s Words & Music, an very serious ode to silly pop. It was here that I realised I love pop, as long as it’s by a woman…
Ridiculous, operatic melodrama about a 19th Century novel I’ve never read. An instantly-recognisable, Gothic ghost-story in song. #1. Top Of The Pops. Emily Brontë! Top of the Pops! How could I not fall in love?