
It’s been a long time coming…
But we finally get to hear The Tortured Poets Department, Taylor Swift’s highly anticipated 11th studio album, which she announced the night she won the Grammy for Album of the Year for Midnights earlier this year.
Everyone knows I’m a massive Swiftie. I was fortunate enough to see Miss Americana on her record-breaking Eras Tour in both Nashville and Cincinnati (VIP floor seats for Nashville, lower bowl for Cincinnati), and they were two of the most transformative experiences of my life so far.
That said, I already own like 16 copies of this album that I’ve not even heard a teaser of (I am writing this on March 23rd, 2024) because you know I had to buy every single variant: The Manuscript, The Bolter, The Albatross, and The Black Dog. And each of them came in vinyl, CD, and cassette formats. So, I’ve spent roughly $300 or more on this album and I am not anywhere near approaching rich. I’m paycheck to paycheck, so this album had better deliver. But I know it will. I’m afraid it might dethrone folklore as my favorite Swift album.
My first clue that that might be the case was the song titles, of course. I mean, “Clara Bow”? As in, THE Clara Bow, the silent film siren who successfully transitioned into talkies in the late 20s. The woman who Taylor has been subtly Easter-egging into different pieces of content? Honey, I’m a child of TCM and I am ready for this album. I saw a lot of people on Twitter (ain’t no such thing as X) already claiming what they think their favorite songs will be, so I was and am obliged to do the same. “Clara Bow” belongs to me.
I will post reactions to my first listen-through ASAP, I promise you.
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