thinking about the parallels between “may your heart remain breakable but never by the same hand twice” and “sharp pen thin skin and an open heart” and how both of them show that you can stay vulnerable and loving without sacrificing the ability to stand up to bullshit
Since we loving and appreciating INTHAF today, here are some things I’ve noticed:
The lyrics don’t talk about one linear story but moments when those feelings are evoked
The first part introduces those feelings (sharing gloves, playing video games, passing notes)
The second part finds them again much later in the beginnings of love (the nerve to touch my hand which ties back to the gloves, twenty questions which ties back to video games, conversation which ties back to notes), this person stirs feelings just as pure and true as the ones found in the innocent discoveries of childhood
The change from snow to a clear light pink sky shows the change in time and both literal and metaphorical season
The third part realizes these feelings in true love (sidewalk chalk covered in snow and rice on the ground looks like snow)
True love brings back the whimsy and sweetness we thought could only be found in childhood :’)
The simplicity of the writing and music are genius bc they reiterate those points as well as emphasize how simple true love is at its core (a theme found throughout Lover in general)
This is so amazing, thank you for putting so much thought into the lyrics and imagery- I love how creative and observant and introspective this is and honestly I didn’t know if it’s nice to have a friend would ever get a full in depth analysis when I wrote it because it’s so simple, but it sure is *nice* of you 😊
Guys - It’s been announced recently that the American Music Awards will be honoring me with the Artist of the Decade Award at this year’s ceremony. I’ve been planning to perform a medley of my hits throughout the decade on the show. Scott Borchetta and Scooter Braun have now said that I’m not allowed to perform my old songs on television because they claim that would be re-recording my music before I’m allowed to next year. Additionally - and this isn’t the way I had planned on telling you this news - Netflix has created a documentary about my life for the past few years. Scott and Scooter have declined the use of my older music or performance footage for this project, even though there is no mention of either of them or Big Machine Records anywhere in the film.
Scott Borchetta told my team that they’ll allow me to use my music only if I do these things: If I agree to not re-record copycat versions of my songs next year (which is something I’m both legally allowed to do and looking forward to) and also told my team that I need to stop talking about him and Scooter Braun.
I feel very strongly that sharing what is happening to me could change the awareness level for other artists and potentially help them avoid a similar fate. The message being sent to me is very clear. Basically, be a good little girl and shut up. Or you’ll be punished.
This is WRONG. Neither of these men had a hand in the writing of those songs. They did nothing to create the relationship I have with my fans. So this is where I’m asking for your help.
Please let Scott Borchetta and Scooter Braun know how you feel about this. Scooter also manages several artists who I really believe care about other artists and their work. Please ask them for help with this - I’m hoping that maybe they can talk some sense into the men who are exercising tyrannical control over someone who just wants to play the music she wrote. I’m especially asking for help from The Carlyle Group, who put up money for the sale of my music to these two men.
I just want to be able to perform MY OWN music. That’s it. I’ve tried to work this out privately through my team but have not been able to resolve anything. Right now my performance at the AMA’s, the Netflix documentary and any other recorded events I am planning to play until November of 2020 are a question mark.
I love you guys and I thought you should know what’s been going on.