To start I’d like to say the title for this section is liable to change once I think of something more inclusive of all my music tastes…however for now welcome to the introduction of The Swift Life. A part of my blog dedicated to Miss Americana herself. The Queen, the tortured poet…Taylor Swift.
As promised (to my family at the least) I am taking my longer thoughts and ramblings about Taylor Swift and moving them from my personal Facebook page to my blog instead. However, that will likely take a bit longer to find all my old posts and make them Stormy Ville ready. So, until then I’ve thought up an idea – talking about each album in depth and giving them their own essays (in due time). In the meantime, we’re going to fill this with thoughts and theories (possibly guest posts if anyone would like to send them in?). While I am respectful of everyone’s thoughts and feelings – this is a place where we keep it real and kind. That’s what I’ve always wanted for Stormy Ville and continue to expect. I respect the fact that Taylor isn’t for everyone and that’s okay, just skip these posts <3.
Now that the basics are covered, if you’re still with me, I’d like to start this section off with a short “story” about how I first ever started listening to Taylor Swift. And what her music means to me.
I was three when “Tear Drop’s on my Guitar” was released. I guess that’s why originally, I would get Taylor and Carrie (Underwood) confused. Because I was just a little tiny kid adoring the beautiful girls and their amazing music. I know I know, I should have known the difference, trust me, I cringe at it now. But I loved the green dress and the guitar it looked just like the one my dad always played so I suppose that was why that specific music video fascinated me. But the point is I was probably four when I first started listening to her and watching her music videos.
I wanted to be like her, like the beautiful and confident girl on my screen. She could sing and play the guitar. Then came “Love Story”. She was a princess. Time and time again, she was there, no matter how long it was since I’d listened to her last, I would come back and be transported back to being that little girl with her parent’s laptop on her bed staring at the most beautiful and understanding person. While she made me feel…I guess now I would describe it as the songs made me feel seen but then I didn’t understand that.
Even now, it’s a common saying in the fandom. That she just knows what to say. She has a song for everything. Every feeling, you can find it, it’s like she’s there with you. And that’s how I feel about a lot of bands and songs, but Taylor Swift is who I think about when I think of nostalgia. She’s always been the constant; in a world of madness and uncertainty we can always look to Taylor’s music. To numb it, or to feel it.
I hope you all enjoyed this post, and I can’t wait to go on this journey with you all!
If you made it this far to the end of the post I’d like to thank you so much for reading! Don’t forget to like and follow for more, (especially on my socials as I post weekly recaps there). And next I wanted to shout out my loyal followers. I’ve had the same few for the duration of the blog and it truly means so much to me. I love seeing Stormy Ville grow brick by brick (metaphorically). But seriously it means everything. I can’t wait to see what the rest of this year has to offer for us all.
I hope you have a blessed day or night whenever you’re reading this and as always, stay safe, love hard and protect your peace ❤
XOXO Hails.
Stormy Ville 
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