“We get to have such groovy, cool stuff happening. I’ve never had pyro before. I’ve never had aerialists before. It’s got this grand staircase. The stage in itself looks like an old-world theater. I can’t believe we get to play stadiums. I’m so excited about this tour. I want to live on that stage. I hope people leave the concert feeling like they know you better.”
If I was Taylor Swift I wouldn’t tour
with a big staircase and a high-wire act.
I would trust my songs themselves to attract
fans to concerts where the show could be pure.
I’d play in parking lots, asphalt glamour,
just a sponsored stage, nothing to distract
from the love, that is, love in the abstract,
that is, the folklore of the carnivore.
If I was Taylor Swift I’d want to play
for fans for free on a parking lot stage.
There’d be no fireworks flashing above me
distracting from what the lot might betray,
abstract tenderness, the end of an age—
I would want the parking lots to love me.
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Les Paul Versus Taylor Swift!
Pretty Flowers, Taylor Swift, Killer Whales
Taylor Swift With No Makeup
Atlas Shrugged, Taylor Swift, Shangri-La
I’m Picturing Taylor Swift Naked
Motion Beyond The Fox Point
Irving Berlin’s Piano
Everything’s Happening In Parking Lots
The Craft Of Wreckage
The Built World Redux—Art And Souvenir
The Built World Before The Wrecking Crew
Freedom From The Wild/Lost In Metonymy
The Girl Who Talks To Dinosaurs
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