Casey arrived in Texas safely and I’ve Edie to keeping me company on the couch while I edit photos and listen to sad music.
I’ve had a week with Taylor Swift’s THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT and I’m starting to grasp the vibe, though WHY IS THE TITLE IN ALL CAPS?
It’s a difficult album at first, second and third blush — partly for the somber nature of it all and for the somber nature of it all. And also? Repetition… of hooks, themes and noodling instrumentation. It’s like Folklore and Evermore without all the made up characters and the ire of Reputation. Whenever lyrics feel like a game of who’s who, I drift away until the moment passes.
Sure I’d love some bops and bangers, but I like this atmospheric continuation of a journey.
Buried in the corners are sparks of resilience and longing.
I currently have this song on repeat: Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus, but that’ll evolve, like things do.