Iāll never forget the first time I heard one of her songs. It was summer 2006. My best friend Kamie had just gotten her learnerās permit. We were riding down the only highway in our tiny beach town in Kamieās 1996 Jeep Cherokee with the windows down, salty ocean air messing up our hair, listening to our local country radio station Gator 107.9.
āHe said the way my blue eyes shined put those Georgia stars to shame that night, I said, āthatās a lieā...ā
Everyone who knows me knows that I am a talker. But for once in my life, I fell silent. We both listened intently for the entire three minutes and fifty four seconds.
Now admittedly, Iām kind of an elitist when it comes to the music I choose to listen to because Iām so focused on incredible lyrics. A song is nothing without amazing lyrics. Iām a Beatlemaniac. I love Fleetwood Mac, Bob Dylan, Led Zeppelin, Elton John, James Taylorāyou get the picture. Iām that pretentious snob whoās like āI was born in the wrong decadeā and āthey donāt make music like they did in the 60s and 70s.ā Hey, at least Iām self-aware, right?
I let Kamie choose the music of course since it was her car and while the other songs that came on the radio were fun and catchy, I wasnāt expecting to hear anything that would blow me away. Well I was blown away by the lyrics to that song. And I was even more blown away by the fact that the girl singing it appeared to be around our age. When the song concluded, the DJ said it was this young new musician Taylor Swiftās first single called āTim McGraw.ā
I never forgot that name. I bought her first album later when it was released that fall. I bought every subsequent album on release day. She made me feel like I should own my naturally curly hair and give my straightener a break. She made me feel like I should stand tall and rock heels with confidence even though Iām 5ā9ā and tower over everyone else. But most importantly, she made me feel like I wasnāt alone. Her lyrics were like reading my own diaryāif I wasnāt ADHD and could actually sit still long enough to write a diaryāback to myself. She was navigating the awkwardness that is high school and first loves and heartbreak just as I was, but writing about it and being open and honest and raw and vulnerable as she shared her experiences with the world through her music.
Itās funny how music has this strange and beautiful ability to take you back to exact points in time. I remember recording an embarrassing video that I hope never resurfaces of Kamie and me lip-synching to the 2009 Grammys performance of āFifteen.ā I remember dating for the first time and listening to āOur Songā and āFearlessā on repeat. I remember being heartbroken and listening to āWhite Horseā and āYouāre Not Sorryā on repeat.
Speak Now came out when I was in my freshman year of college. I remember hearing āMineā for the first time and having to pick my jaw up off of the floor because she sang about my life in a such scarily accurate way. My parentsā divorce happened a few years prior and I had developed deep rooted trust issues as a result of that so dating was hard. Hearing her write such a beautiful and optimistic song about a girl with trust issues due to her fatherās wrongdoings made me hopeful for maybe potentially getting past that and finding love in the future (spoiler alertāI did and Iām happily married!). I still get chill bumps every time I listen to that song.
I remember studying abroad in London and dating the most beautiful man to ever walk the earth and repeatedly playing āSparks Flyā on top MacBook speaker volume in my tiny flat, on my iPod while riding the tube, in the library studying, literally everywhere. I remember getting back to the States and meeting this guy I thought was perfect for me because of our electrifying witty banter and playing āEnchantedā nonstop but then being disappointed when things fell apart so all that āEnchantedā playing turned into āThe Story of Usā. I remember dating this blue eyed boy who looked at me like I was from another universe and listening to āState of Graceā and thinking maybe he could be the one. I remember screwing him over and feeling bad about it and going āBack to Decemberā all the time. Most importantly, I remember meeting this freckle-faced introverted but brilliant man at a concert and thinking āEverything Has Changed.ā And it has. When my sister didnāt like him at first, I reminded myself that this love was āOurs.ā
So many things change as time goes on. People change. You move cities. Friends come and go. But music is always a constant. And Taylorās music has been there for me every step of the way. Every heartbreak. Every love. Every milestone. Taylor, I cannot thank you enough for your words. They mean so much to me and so many people.
Love, the OG Olivia. My older sister who is also a big Swiftieās name is Meredith and weāre convinced weāre the inspiration behind your catsā names, see our REP tour signs.
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