Taylor Swift enjoys date night with Calvin Harris, draws crowds in New York

27 May 2015 | Author: | No comments yet »

Being award-winning pop star takes little effort: Taylor Swift.

In 2008, James Keogh was named the best first-year player in Australia’s Victorian Football League, part of that country’s rough-and-tumble Australian Rules Football scene.

The star recently kicked off her 1989 World Tour, and she is set to play more than 75 shows throughout Asia, North America, Europe and Australia, but she doesn’t think her grueling schedule warrants pity from fans.Despite the hit albums, sold-out tours and numerous awards, the 25-year-old singer stated that fame doesn’t take as much work as you’d think it would.Dan Bejar is the sort of fussy, opaque, perpetually dissatisfied art-rocker type who’d delight in the fact that it’ll probably take me two paragraphs to explain him to you to anyone’s satisfaction. He hails from Vancouver and looks like the insouciant, chain-smoking, Sartre-quoting philosopher genius/doofus your beloved college girlfriend dumped you for; since the mid-’90s, he’s put out nine records under the (very cool, and somehow available) name Destroyer, a ridiculously random and combative and self-annihilating body of work that encourages you to have a Favorite and, more importantly, a Least Favorite.

Sometimes I really don’t think it’s that hard at all.” And she makes it clear that she is by no means slacking, but rather putting in all her effort when she works, particularly feeling the results while on tour. I’m partial to 2006’s knotty, elegiac Destroyer’s Rubies, which is like reading Ulysses while lazily floating down a river on a blowup toy alligator; I am least partial to 2004’s Your Blues, which sounds like a drunk merry-go-round committing suicide and is super helpful if you need to clear a crowded room in 15 seconds. Swift adds, “The best part of this tour is when you walk offstage and you’re drenched in sweat and you’re tired and your legs hurt… It feels like you’re really working for the job. The platinum-certified ukulele pop hit landed Joy on TV shows, like “Good Morning America.” It broke through big time on radio, and Joy was handpicked to open for Taylor Swift on her “1989” world tour. “Compared to a lot of artists, my journey has been shorter,” Joy said in a recent phone interview. “In the last two years, I’ve been busy. It’s nice to feel tired after a show. “I’m like, ‘Oh my God, I’m finally doing something,’ I really like the feeling of: ‘You know what?

Anyways, we’re talking about him today for the only reason we talk about any musician who’s not Taylor Swift anymore: He talked shit about Taylor Swift. I encourage you to read Bejar’s Pitchfork Q&A from Monday even if you don’t know him and don’t care about you-know-who; it’s an invaluable guide to what your average indie star is thinking in 2015, which is worthwhile info even if you regard “indie rock” as a meaningless, half-dead, possibly racist idea. The audience has really grown in a few short months of time.” Joy admitted that the songs that make up “Dream Your Life Away,” his 2014 debut album, didn’t come together instantly. The album’s 13 tracks switch between—and oftentimes combine—two distinct styles: chamber-music balladry and vamping, jazzed-up ‘70s rock. “It’s like a strange mashup of 20th century classical and, like, Destroyer at the Sands,” offers the 42-year-old Bejar, citing Frank Sinatra’s classic 1966 live album. “I was never sure if it would make any sense as music—and I’m still not really sure it does—but it was something I wanted to do, and it’s what’s closest to my heart right now.” The premise here is that Destroyer’s last record, 2011’s Kaputt (softer, with more trumpets) was so successful (here defined as “he played Coachella and hated it”) that he’s now actively sabotaging himself, which remains a central indie-rock ideal, and requires saying stuff like, “I really despise pop music these days, so I can’t have people walking away humming songs” and touting your new record with the likes of “I intentionally left off the two songs that everyone told me were the catchiest.” And then: DB: Not too much. At least one of them dates to 2010. “Some of those songs have been five years in the making,” Joy said. “I’d think of it, playing guitar, and work on pieces of it and then the pieces come together.

But, because I have a young daughter who’s in school now, I had this sneaking suspicion that Taylor Swift might be the dominant cultural theme of her generation and that I should listen to a song by her because I had never heard one. Hoping for a dancy crowd tonight at @BBCR1 #BigWeekend in Norwich!’ After opening her tour in Tokyo, the star’s fast track continues as she takes her international tour to London, Glasgow, Los Angeles, Chicago, Sydney and Canada.

So far in 2015, Joy has headlined shows, many on college campuses, and played some festivals, including Coachella, where, he was happy to report, thousands knew something of his music. “It’s amazing,” Joy said. “It’s a great festival. It was more from just hearing these hack nu-country melodies with dumb lyrics and some very advanced Pro-Tools production techniques that could dazzle certain music critics.

I just generally have a more elemental take on things and I can’t hold up Taylor Swift as being either a figure of light or a figure of darkness because I feel like it brings down my poem to a level that’s too mundane. [laughs] So instead of being flabbergasted or outraged or dismissive, I really just want to pretend that those things don’t exist. It was pretty incredible.” “The headlining shows are cool because the people have bought tickets and come to see you,” he said. “They’re definitely going to bring a knowledge of the music and an excitement to see you.

But the “dumb hack” stuff has still enflamed all the as-yet-unmuted rock critics on your Twitter feed, given that we can’t get enough of any Indie Rocker vs. Pop Star action. (Let’s not get bogged down in the Poptimism debate, which boils down to “Do critics like Beyoncé too much now” and is otherwise a mess; if somebody at a party starts angrily insisting on one side or the other, put Your Blues on the stereo and get the hell out of there.) Underground guys have been dissing overground ladies for years (Miley Cyrus used to get this a lot); it’s a dick move, but usually a charming dick move, and it’s helpful in clarifying just what the hell your favorite semi-obscure musicians think “pop music” means, and how performative their hatred of it can get. This is what I know to be true, and what I suspect she knows as well: Most indie types who make a big public show of refusing to make vapid, catchy, enjoyable pop music want you to think that they can, but nobly choose not to, when the truth is, they just can’t. I don’t have much time to sit back and go ‘Wow.’ But every now and then, I’ll have a beer and we’ll actually look back and it’s been good. I may have neglected to mention that he’s also a member of the New Pornographers, the best power-pop band of the last 15 years, reliably dropping three of four incongruous deranged-uncle rants onto each of their albums, like Kramer busting through Jerry’s door and retreating just as brusquely. (There is a certain visual similarity.) His songs are lyrically inscrutable and unsettling by design, but if they get their claws in you, look out: The night of George W.

Or take “War on the East Coast” up there, from last year’s splendid Brill Bruisers, and count how many Top 40 hits from 2014 have an earworm as insidious as Blondes / Brunettes / Paper jets.

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