Last week’s column ended on a cliff hanger: I was about to enter Taylor World. It was expected I would return with the mindset of a young adult woman determined to write songs about people I’d dated in the 1980s. The cards were in the air, the die was cast.
Before I talk about that album – You Don’t Remember Me, But I Remember You – let’s hear it for the boss. The new boss that is, the Taylor one, the one that visited Earth briefly last week and brought peace, love and friendship bracelets to Dublin for three amazing nights.
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