OK. I wasn't necessarily the oldest person watching Taylor Swift's gig at Wembley Arena on Monday night. For instance Taylor's Mom was there as well.
But even if I wasn't the only Dad in attendance, neither was I exactly a typical audience member: let's just say it was a high-decibel, oestregen rich environment, with more than a little shrieking. And clapping along: watching Bieber (who was actually quite good) I felt like Prince of Wales at the Royal Variety Performance.
But he was the mere fluff compared to Taylor Swift herself: Tall and striking, playing up the girl-next-door goofiness but at the same time more than slightly fierce; she is never vulnerable, always focused and perfectly in control of herself and her show. The demure look and shy smile that occasionally played on her lips in "London, England" was each time belied by a fiery glint in her eye: she owned the gig - and I can't help it if she looks like an angel.
But all the same: there's something different about Taylor and I wouldn't be at all surprised to learn that, at home, she alphabetizes her herb drawer, pairs up her socks and arranges her scarves and gloves in different ziplock bags.
Stars out of 5 : 5
Worst part of the journey home: Willesden Junction
Best Song that night - Hey Stephen. Taylor accompanying herself on by fantastically earthy-sounding 12 string.
Here's a video of her playing that song.. on a different day.


5 remonstrations:
ok. even i admit it. that's a pretty catchy tune.
You reckon you are younger than Taylor's Mom, huh?
that's my story and I'm sticking to it. and wikipedia is silent on the matter :-)
I'm 43.
and I'm 12
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