That was kind of a sappy thing to say. Not at all surprising, though. If the product you want is a schmaltzy, fluffy, somewhat melodious song cobbled together, Taylor is your Girl.
Due to her fame, she is able to get some quite good musicians playing along with her, making the finished confection, I mean song more pleasing and acceptable, if not groundbreaking in any way. Most of her audience does not know any better.
“…making the finished confection, I mean song more pleasing and acceptable…”
No you were right the first time “confection” is the word I’ve been using to describe the pop output of most studios. What happens to the recorded tracks after the musicians leave the building can be be compared to a massive infusion of sugar.
And don’t forget the huge lesbian dyke fan group she has. Take a look at her presentation-— it is NOT one directed at a healthy normal male. The anorexis skinny legs,shoulder, and fake teats with the red red lipstick and the spangle bangle pantalets. Not one bit of interesting clothes or even stage choices. Except for those legions of fatties with green or pink hair and piercings.
Next, idiotic lyrics, carrying a theme which cannot long be carried— cannot always be 17 and a cheerleader wannabee— she’s long in the tooth.
And Spielberg know this chickee is monetized-— writes a few notes in a tune and buys the credit from an actual writer who is starving... and also stupid.
All for now. Oops one more— this biotch tried early on to assimilate Alison Krauss into swiftie “music” it didn’t work and pretty sure Alison knew how hollow this individual is.
Meh. the Meh generation whos mommies take their daughters to these concerts— and what does that tell these children?