this is excellent, especially the part about not falling into the gap between our lives and lorde's. while i agree about a lot of the "political" aspects being ineloquent, i am very interested to see how her climate anxiety continues to shape her artistry because she feels like one of the only artists of our time to have explicitly discussed aspects of her commercial success as they relate to the natural world. but, as you said, not everyone gets to be jane fonda!!!! <3 godspeed
Love the analysis of the flop era. It makes me so sad that stans carry so much embarrassment and shame when their star is in their flop era. Or they feel the need to flex their star’s stats to prove they’re not in a flop era. How exhausting it must be to actually believe someone is the best of all time forever.
Flop eras free artists to do the dumbest, silliest stuff. Like the Gaga documentary where she plays Joanne for her grandmother, expecting a teary, emotional reaction, and all she gets is an “oh, that’s nice.” And nearly all flop era albums eventually get their dues, so it’s best to just enjoy the flop music and the flop antics and not get so caught up in pop star good/bad dichotomies.
this is excellent, especially the part about not falling into the gap between our lives and lorde's. while i agree about a lot of the "political" aspects being ineloquent, i am very interested to see how her climate anxiety continues to shape her artistry because she feels like one of the only artists of our time to have explicitly discussed aspects of her commercial success as they relate to the natural world. but, as you said, not everyone gets to be jane fonda!!!! <3 godspeed
Love the analysis of the flop era. It makes me so sad that stans carry so much embarrassment and shame when their star is in their flop era. Or they feel the need to flex their star’s stats to prove they’re not in a flop era. How exhausting it must be to actually believe someone is the best of all time forever.
Flop eras free artists to do the dumbest, silliest stuff. Like the Gaga documentary where she plays Joanne for her grandmother, expecting a teary, emotional reaction, and all she gets is an “oh, that’s nice.” And nearly all flop era albums eventually get their dues, so it’s best to just enjoy the flop music and the flop antics and not get so caught up in pop star good/bad dichotomies.
Exhaustive but never exhausting. Real, referential, and flawlessly argued!