Taylor’s Eras tour is finally available for endless rewatches on streaming platforms so it’s probably the right moment to post that little write up I did after catching it at the cinema, for she definitely is – the moment. As for those who have no idea what I’m talking about, take a second for a little catch up :
I hadn’t planned to have a post about Taylor Swift on this site, and yet I just got out of the movie theater to watch The Eras Tour and here we are.
I wouldn’t call myself a fan of Taytay – yes I still abide by the laws of nicknames because I don’t need more of my friends to hate me – but I do enjoy a number of her songs and she’s no stranger in my playlists.
I’m not a huge Pop fan in general. It may work, it may not, but most of the time it’s just that tiny bit too sweet to my liking. I like my coffee dark and my tortured souls too. Artists. I meant artists. Same difference. That being said, maturing is probably accepting that a little dash of pop definitely rocks too.
Back to the point – I’m an online creature and I’ve been frontrow to witness the rise of Taylor Swift on social media for quite some time now and the one thing that really pushed me to get a ticket to a different kind of movie night was mostly curiosity.
Hordes of believers going by the name of swifties praising the new lord and convincing everyone, probably even me, that god is indeed a woman. They took over those hell holes of the human race, more commonly known as where-we-spend-our-damn-days scrolling and swiping into oblivion and somehow managed to spread something different. Joy. Light. Love. Friendship. For a fandom this big the drama really is kept at minimum volume, at least between them. That was the first cue for my ears to perk up like a stray doggo in need of a cuddle.
So I started to pay a bit more attention and my feed was soon filled with what felt like fairy tales stories – human beings of all ages and creeds actually getting along and building something nice for themselves. And others. And anyone who cared enough to look for them. Hell, they even have bracelets and all.
It’s a long road to restoring my faith in humanity but swifties might have helped some along the way.
All that happening in a wild scenery of unreality. Come on. There’s no way someone is touring so many damn albums. There’s no way someone can sustain the pressure and exhaustion of playing for 3 and a half hours every odd night. There’s no way that many detailed settings can actually work in one show. There’s just no way.
Except there is a way – or more like a person. God is a woman right? Right. Well. I guess I really went to the movies to witness the miracle that seemed to be the Eras tour.
2 hours and 48 minutes later minus a pee break, I’m ready to say that you win. I believe. I believe in Taylor Swift. I’ll be damned… Oh the irony.
What a show. What a performance. What a crew. And what a freaking badass that woman is.
Mad respect for all those involved and Miss Swift first of all – it feels almost impious to call her Taytay now.
That’s not your regular show. That’s not even your regular reality. It was simply unbelievable.
Aesthetically pleasing is an understatement, the whole thing runs on absolute perfection. Every part, every light, every move down to the smallest detail has been calculated to a surgical precision. It feels like a stroll in the park on a sunny afternoon for the audience – that suspended moment in time and space when the sun warms your skin and a fresh breeze balances it all, while the laughs of your friends echo in the air and you can’t help but close your eyes and smile. We’re on that level of pleasing people. And you can feel it even through the fourth screen.
And if you’re actually paying any attention to all my rambling, I’m not only talking about pleasure to the eyes only. It’s a feeling. The kind of feeling that warms your heart, the simple results of wonder. Joy.
There’s a lot of emotions in that set but joy is most definitely one of them. And it’s not just your regular hit that comes from a live show, there’s something much more wholesome about it. The joy of a job well done, of accomplishment, or is it pride… of putting up something so humongously big together and making it work so well. A pride of being part of the biggest show on earth. Or maybe it’s just that glimmer in Taylor’s eyes. I’m not too sure how to call it but it radiates from every corner of that set and every person on that stage.
As another incredible performer once put it, it’s that kind of magic.
Talking about performance, it’s time to refocus on the person whose name is plastered on that poster.
You’re not gonna like this swifties but bear with me for a hot minute. My mind likes to take detours that might lose you along the way but it’s usually worth the risk.
I didn’t see a pop star tonight.
I saw a warrior.
I saw a freaking talented warrior.
I won’t talk to you about the songs or the setlist for I don’t have any knowledge in that regard apart from that I truly enjoyed hopping on that time machine and watch the years go by. Some made me bop on my seat, some made me nod along and some even compelled me to clap and disregard all vows of silence in a movie theater. But more importantly, none bored me or gave me diabetes. That’s a win for pop music in my book.
I won’t talk about her voice and the chills running through your spine when she hits those high notes and whispers those soft ones. You’re probably much more apt to appreciate those than a casual fan experiencing those for the first time.
But I’ll talk about how her whole performance just floored me.
I’m not a performer. I don’t know nor have what it takes to work a crowd and keep their attention through a whole show. But I’ve been to my fair share of gigs, and I’ve seen many times fatigue creep in, nerves slamming the breaks on a song, or that microsecond when adrenaline takes over discipline.
I haven’t seen or felt or even sensed from a distance a single one of these things tonight.
And yeah, I’m game, let’s play devil’s advocate for a second. Maybe it was just a very good edit – absolutely brilliant by the way, excellent work team and thanks for ruining my weekend because all I can think about is WHERE WERE THE DAMN CAMERAS AND WHY CAN’T WE EVEN SEE ONE OF THEM WHAT SORCERY IS THIS.
Ahem. Sorry. Let’s pretend that didn’t happen.
Maybe it was just a very good edit but… Ha. Nah. I don’t buy it.
Taylor, you are a freaking legend.
A freaking legend powering through the whole show without the slightest shadow of weakness. Swirling, twirling, climbing, diving, playing, singing, dancing, with nothing less than your brightest smile shining like a beacon of light and wearing high heels?
Damn girl.
No wonders you rule the world right now.
If I could harness 1% of your stamina and energy I’d prob be ruling my own country by the end of the week.
I don’t know how you do it. I don’t even want to know how you do it because the mere thought of it is already exhausting my lazy arse.
Again. Mad respect. That was truly one of the most impressive performances I have ever seen in my life and probably will be for quite some time.
Does that sound better, Swifties?
Your girl is a badass.
Keep her safe forever.
The Eras tour was so much more than what I could have anticipated. That show truly is one for the ages. A carefully woven masterpiece of music and art and joy. So much joy.
I just went out for a movie night and came home with eyes full of stars and a heart full of love and respect for another artist I hardly even knew. Isn’t music the best seriously?
I wasn’t too far off when I said I was wondering if I could witness a miracle truly. And if you want to know the exact moment I started to believe…
The acoustic set.
Just a girl and a guitar and the world in the palm of her hand.
Ha.
There’s no way, except when there’s a way.
God is a woman and in the days we’re living in, her name might well be Taylor Swift indeed.
