I was holding off listening to Kate Bush‘s latest album, for the longest time. This was for two reasons:

  • People were saying it was really good, even though her last album was 12 years ago and not that good, in my opinion. I didn’t want to be disappointed.
  • If it was as good as people were saying, then it would probably have the unfortunate side-effect of popping any creative bubble of my own (as in, “I’m not worthy to even blow raspberries where other people can hear them”) and I’ve been on a roll lately and didn’t want to upset it.

Today I heard the second disk of Aerial. It’s really, really good. A return to form. I’ll just have to live with the consequences, dammit.