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Me and Taylor, 17 Again I’m not going to lie about it: I love Taylor Swift. I sing the hell out of Taylor Swift. I sing like nobody’s watching. I sing Taylor until I’m hoarse and croaking. I sing Taylor like only an angst-y teenager can because when Taylor starts to sing, her fake southern
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Throughout the past 20 years of my life, I have held a special place in my heart for Tori Amos. In addition to being an insanely talented musician with a distinctive voice, she has a wonderful tendency to reinvent her sound with each successive album. Correspondingly, I find that I usually need to spend a
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Neil Young’s second record, Everybody Knows This is Nowhere, was never a big hit. No hit singles; it never cracked the top thirty. My reverence for it stems from my belief that when I was young, it was my father’s favorite record. About this I may be right or not. Everybody Knows This is Nowhere
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Neil Diamond: Beyond Girl, You’ll Be a Woman Soon Yes, I know. Neil Diamond of Pulp Fiction, The Jazz Singer. Neil Diamond of “Red, Red Wine” before UB40 UB40-ed it. Neil Diamond of the groaner “Turn on Your Heartlight.” Neil Diamond of leather jacket and motorcycles and–dun dun dun– “Sweet Caroline.” But in the turbulence
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AND THERE WAS TROUBLE TAKING PLACE Ah, 1998. A big year for me. Half-way through college. Getting serious about writing poetry. I had just experienced a year of coming into an adult consciousness and skin to which I still feel connected. It was the year of first deaths, both my grandmothers dead on the same
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Released October 5, 1973 I was thirteen-years-old when Yellow Brick Road was released. I remember heading out to get it. Heart palpitations. Sweaty palms. I had it bad in those days. I couldn’t wait to hear it. My cousin and I talked about it for days, mapping out each movement after school on the day
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