The biggest cultural news of the month is that a lot of people are kind of “meh” about Taylor Swift’s latest album (or albums, if you prefer to treat the 31-song release as a twofer). After spending the past few years illustrating how internet-era culture encourages a singular kind of superstardom, to the point where Swift has sometimes felt like the only celebrity singer in the world — or maybe that’s just how it feels when you’re driving a minivan with tween-age daughters making song requests — we’ve maybe, maybe finally hit a point of overextension and oversaturation.
Two takes on this interested me. One is from Damon Linker, who argues that Swift badly needs an editor and that her art is suffering because nobody is manufacturing scarcity, forcing her to kill her darlings and otherwise imposing what the limits of vinyl LP technology used to impose on singer-songwriters — namely, a requirement of curation:
If a band records 20 songs for a project, but only has room for 12 on the final album, decisions need to be made. Which are the 12 best songs — not just in absolute terms, but in terms of the whole (the album) being constructed out of the parts (the songs)? What kind of statement are the artists trying to make? What kind of sound and mood do they want to become immortalized at this moment in their career? Which of these songs do they want to play live dozens of times on their upcoming concert tour? Which song would make for the best opening track, and which the best closer? And how about pacing? How many upbeat tunes, how many ballads, and in which order?
Linker goes on to suggest that this process helps define an artist’s aesthetic, forcing them toward their greatest strengths and their most original material. For this reason, someone like Bruce Springsteen, who recorded many more songs than appeared on his most famous albums, might have been a weaker cultural presence — or so Linker argues — if he had just dumped every song he ever wrote in the laps of his most eager fans. The best work would have been lost inside the pretty good work, and the sense of Springsteen as a very specific kind of rock music legend might have been diminished.
For a very different analysis of Swift, consider these comments on X from Katherine Boyle, an Andreessen Horowitz venture capitalist, repurposing a take she offered in 2023. In our cultural environment, Boyle argues, being prolific is everything: “You can’t cede ground to competitors. You have to keep producing, keep sending a constant wave of stuff, that again, follows a consistent formula which helps your fans anticipate when it’s coming.”
So the fact that Swift constantly “ships” is a feature, not a bug: “A continuous stream of shipping must be maintained,” Boyle says. You can’t worry about having your best material lost in the churn, because the “most successful people in competitive industries win by taking more shots, not fewer. If Taylor writes 31 songs and 3 are memorable, she’s written three epic songs. No one remembers the bad ones, even if there’s more of them on a double album.”
These arguments seem diametrically opposed, but one could synthesize them by saying that Linker could be more correct about art (the requirements of curation might yield a more refined oeuvre) and Boyle could be more correct about commerce (the requirements of the media environment don’t allow the luxury of holding potential hits and bangers back).
Supposing that to be true, what should superstars do when they follow Boyle’s advice and people — well, some people at least, if not the truest fans — suddenly claim to feel exhausted? Or more specifically, what should Swift do if she feels like she needs to ship but the shipping hits a saturation point?
I feel vaguely qualified to address this since I’m not a passionate Swiftie, but I am someone who has been required to listen to almost all of her music, many times over, and taken pleasure from it even though it isn’t always my first choice. Which means I’m the kind of listener who’s most likely to feel the oversaturation first — and I’m inclined to agree with the provisional consensus that the new album underwhelms.
My prescription is that if Swift is going to be this prolific, she needs more leaven in her content. The core of her brand will always be the personal drama of Being Taylor Swift, but that story’s cycle of infatuation, love, rapture, disappointment, pain, revenge has hit a limit of interest in her current work.
One escape from this limit is, of course, to change the story by marrying Travis Kelce and inspiring a new American baby boom. But pending that happy possibility, another way to escape a personal cul-de-sac as an artist is to ship fewer stories about her own ’shipping (if you will) and tell more stories about other people — or more subtly, to expand what Being Taylor Swift means musically to encompass more lives besides her own.
This was of course always the basis of Springsteen’s success — the fact that his music wasn’t dependent on real events in the life of Bruce Springsteen, and instead he inhabited a wide range of characters who were recognizably connected to his brand as a blue-collar balladeer.
Swift’s brand is different and much more authentically autobiographical than The Boss’s; the idea that she’s telling stories about her real self has always been crucial to her appeal. But she has already shown that she can play Swift-adjacent characters in her music, in a way that might be expanded and serve her better than another round of relationship-and-breakup songs.
Here are three examples. “The Lucky One,” from the original cut of the album “Red,” is an autobiographical song in one sense — Swift is singing from a version of her own perspective, as a star disillusioned with the way the culture uses and discards female celebrities. But the core of the song is someone else’s story, a legend in which a famous singer ditches the celebrity life at the height of her fame.
I always assumed that the song was about Bobbie Gentry, a country star who deliberately disappeared from the music industry more than 40 years ago, but the internet suggests other candidates, including Joni Mitchell and Kim Wilde. In any case, it’s a good song, a favorite in our minivan, in which a biography other than Swift’s takes center stage.
Likewise with “The Last Great American Dynasty,” one of my favorites from the pandemic album “Folklore.” Here again there is a personal framing device, since Swift is singing about Rebekah Harkness, a prior owner of the beach house she bought in Rhode Island. But the I-Taylor Swift part of the song is a frame for a more traditional ballad, telling a life story quite different (the claimed affinities notwithstanding) from her own.
Finally, “Ronan,” a song on the second version of “Red,” about a child dying of cancer, told from the perspective of the mother. Not a great song, maybe, but a very good, genuinely moving one, its story is drawn from a personal blog kept by Maya Thompson, whose son Ronan died of a neuroblastoma just before his fourth birthday, in 2011. Swift in most of her music does sadness but she doesn’t do grief, and here she’s imagining herself into a life more distant from her own, in a way that reaches emotional registers that you just can’t hit in songs about breaking up with Matty Healy.
So far in my listening, the song on the new album that seems closet to this becoming-other-people model is “The Bolter,” which may be loosely based on the life of Idina Sackville, an Edwardian-era socialite who earned the nickname in the song’s title for her several marriages.
Is it a good song, too? Does my theory hold? Ask me when my daughters have made me listen to it a few hundred more times.
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