With only about fifteen hours notice, Taylor Swift has released her eighth studio album.
For the better part of ten years I’ve considered myself a Taylor Swift fan. Do I like all of her songs? Of course not. But I always saw the potential of her songwriting abilities buried within various records filled with catchy pop songs and cheesy ballads. There have been numerous gems — “All Too Well” may still remain the best song she’s ever penned, meanwhile the glossy-yet-retro pop sound from 1989 also contained much to write home about.
And yet, she still has to play the game. She’s still signed to a major label, she still has to fill in the seats of massive arenas and she still needs to get herself on the radio — that’s what someone in her position has to do to stay relevant, to keep a cashflow and to fulfill the contracts that you’ve already signed.
And then a pandemic happened.
And instead of just cozying up to Netflix and pondering about the awful-ness that existed outside her front door, Taylor used this opportunity to step out of her comfort zone and do something totally different. There aren’t