Look What You Made Me Do

Business rage: the controlled demolition of a previous industry persona and the declaration of war on those responsible for bringing her to this point. Revenge as professional strategy, the old Taylor cannot come to the phone because the old Taylor is dead.

“Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time”

The defining rising-from-the-dead lyric in Taylor's catalogue, casual, defiant, repeated. Resurrection as personal brand. The gothic death-and-return cycle is made routine, stripping death of its finality. The phoenix mythology is domesticated into a personal habit.

“I'm sorry, the old Taylor can't come to the phone right now”

“I'm sorry, the old Taylor can't come to the phone right now”

“You asked me for a place to sleep, locked me out, and threw a feast”