There was a point – maybe we had been seeing one another for a while, but for some reason it was a pivotal time – I got stuck with Taylor Swift. They were reviewing it in his record club and I liked him and I listened and re-listened one day, while I was processing photos on my computer… Anyway, somehow the damn record burned itself on my brain.
I listen to Taylor Swift now. Like, we recently broke up and now I actively, of my own volition, search “Swift” in my iTunes and put on 1989. What the eff.
I gave it a medium review at the time; I pointed out the highlights, because I try to stay positive, but I remember finding the poppiness of her voice like nails on a chalkboard. I texted him my review, and at that time switched to obsessing over Lana del Rey, who I thought Swift had mimicked on her song “Wildest Dreams”.
But now… now I listen to Swift. I put it on and really get into these basic pop songs. Record club hated it, but he didn’t. Well [maybe] he did, but he always loved to stick up for the underdog (pretentious music-club comprised of a bunch of hipsters may be the only context where Taylor Swift and underdog can exist in the same sentence). So he stuck up for her. Maybe just out of spite, or love of a good argument. I liked that about him.
Now it’s just me and Taylor left with our cliche love songs.