I went to Taylor Swift last night and it was amazing. It’s funny how over time you change and your music tastes vary. I definitely wouldn’t have admitted to liking one of her songs in my 20’s, well my catalogue is increasing, as is my age. Not only is her music appealing but I’m happy for Matisse to listen to it.
Taylor made mention of the crowd being amazing. I’m sure she says it at all of her concerts but the way she delivered the message was impressive and very clear that she has the ability to truly communicate to the youth market. She impressed upon the crowd that what her view of ‘being cool’ was how they were reacting to her music by dancing freely and having fun, living in the moment and enjoying life. I much prefer this version of cool than the alternative.
The place was full of kids and the staging was impressive. There were fireworks and the lighting was faultless. Her show spelled superstar but she was gracious and effortless which is a refreshing breed of celebrity. Unfortunately the sound wasn’t amazing as it was an outdoor stadium but it did’t take long to be transported to Taylor Swift Land. Opening with ‘Welcome to New York’ and closing with ‘Shake it Off’ the night was complete.
So why did I call this article ‘Stranger Danger’? Well this Nana does’t get out too often. If I do, I normally grab a cab but with the hustle and bustle of the city I caught a train. Having had a deeply moving discussion earlier in the day regarding violence against woman I had my high alert on.
It was 11:30 PM on a school night and the crowd dispersed leaving myself and a man. He may well have been a perfectly normal, lovely engaging individual. He could have been a potential friend but I was scared especially when he crossed to be on the same side of the road as me. I started walking faster and faster, I looked as though I either needed to get home to the toilet or trying ever so hard to get the most distance between us.
He had gone another direction and I thought I was fine and then he re-appeared at the other end of the shops. What was my next plan? I crossed to the other side of the road, shit, it’s darker I thought if he follows to this side I will walk in to someone’s front yard. My friend had said to message her when I got home, instead she got a call. ‘Remember when I was pregnant and I got lost in the back streets and I was scared?, I’m kind of scared again walking home can you be on the line with me until I get home?’. I felt safe again.
I got home and I was still a little bit rattled, why? you may ask. Jill Meagher is why. She was just walking down a street and tragedy befell her. An absolutely innocent well trodden route that she would have done time and time before and then one day she was there at the wrong time. There were too many times when I had walked home late at night after a few too many drinks and I am so thankful that I didn’t get to meet that wrong time. I hadn’t had a drink last night and I was well aware of my environment and felt that I was capable of walking the ten minutes home along a main road but in hindsight next time I may just get that cab.