So am I the only one who finds it kinda awkward that Shake It Off isn't #1 on iTunes in any of the 100+ countries (most of them being banana republics) on Kworb his site? Like, people were saying she was expending her global reach and stuff.
So am I the only one who finds it kinda awkward that Shake It Off isn't #1 on iTunes in any of the 100+ countries (most of them being banana republics) on Kworb his site? Like, people were saying she was expending her global reach and stuff.
She is. She's the most streamed on Spotify worldwide. And it's her highest peaking single in many markets.
So am I the only one who finds it kinda awkward that Shake It Off isn't #1 on iTunes in any of the 100+ countries (most of them being banana republics) on Kworb his site? Like, people were saying she was expending her global reach and stuff.
Like gurl, I wanna stan for Taylord pretty badly since's about to drag the girl who kinda put the final nail in Gaga her career coffin (talking about Katy obvs), but u know ur super local when ur last album opened with 1 million in the USA yet ur current single (which is very pop) isn't #1 in any of the 100+ countries on iTunes. Like, as a global-minded person, I just can't do it.
I think she's better with a pen. I can't remember the subject matter but SMO posted a link where Lorde was getting into some existential **** fairly recently and woo
idk which one you're talking about but this is the most recent piece she's written to her fans on Tumblr
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YELLOW FLICKER BEAT, AND AN ANNIVERSARY
I’m sitting up in bed, moving through desert halfway between Utah and Las Vegas. Yesterday was our ninth show in eleven days. Every night, after I play, and say hi, and take pictures, and I walk up the stairs and we go on our way, I set up in this little bed office. I work from midnight until late on the soundtrack, singing into my computer, listening to demos and final mixes. My bus sleeps. We are almost at the end, the point where this soundtrack gets taken away from me and becomes something real. I'm reminded of this day last year, when Pure Heroine came out in this country. The feeling of something very solitary that I had worked on spinning around and around further away from me, becoming someone else’s, everyone’s.
The past year of my life has seen everything around me multiply in size and number - the stamps on my passport, the number of people I have to ask before I ride on the ferris wheel after my set at a festival, the decibels that follow me when I walk around in public. The other thing that’s grown is me - my fitness, my mental stamina, my ability to think clearly and make decisions - but most of all, my capacity for love. The thousands upon thousands (wait, millions(?!!)) of you who bought Pure Heroine truly feel like friends to me - it’s no coincidence I’m posting this note here, where I feel the most happy and safe online, the place where I laugh the most and where every day, I feel like people get me. I never knew I could feel such a warm heart for this many people at once. Thank you for hearing about me all those months ago, and sticking around. Thank you for being here.
Now, about this song - Yellow Flicker Beat. It’s my first offering from what I hope will be a soundtrack you love. It’s my attempt at getting inside her head, Katniss’. I hope you like it.
"And so with the slow graceful flow of age, I went forth with an age-old desire to please/ on the edge of seventeen"
I’m in New York City. I’m writing this because I’ve fallen into this odd crevasse of age where in New Zealand, it’s my birthday, but in New York, there’s still a day to go. This is my first birthday away from home, which is cool except that my little brother, who was born on the same day as me, turns twelve today. Happy birthday, Angelo. I owe you lots of Icebreaker Sours.
I think back to my last birthday; it fell in the middle of exam revision but a bunch of my friends came over anyway to eat cake and ruffle my hair and talk about Pokemon. Weirdos. Miss them and my family terribly! But I have a kind of family here, in New York - our little tight bunch playing shows and being overwhelmed constantly and falling asleep in the backs of cabs.
This time last year I was making a Soundcloud, and a Twitter, and a Tumblr, all in the name Lorde. I had no clue what was going to happen with the music. I hoped it’d be alright.
Last night, I played to a room of people whose names I worship, breath like fine gold smoke, reverent. There is a lot of stupid **** that comes with being lucky enough to do what I do - a lot of stuff I’d rather skip, if I could - but I wouldn’t have traded last night for anything. I felt so warm in the arms of these legends who are good enough to have faith in me, weird little screwball that I am. I realize over and over every day just how lucky I am to be here. And that’s down to all of you, as well - regular people in dumb towns who make me feel so loved and strong, and whose hunger I can’t wait to satisfy with more music.
I don’t even know what i’m trying to say, just attempting to reflect on what’s going on right now. I’m already thinking about the next project, about reinvention, and personae, and theatricality and subtlety, and simplicity and complexity. And strength. Today’s weird time blip is a day off (kind of), so I'm going to wrap up warm and walk around the city listening to Stevie Nicks and Broken Social Scene, feeling all seventeen, hugging myself against the cold. If you see me, and I’m whispering to myself all crazy, don’t worry. It’s just a happy mantra of thanks for the way things are.
Literally none of the judges on The Voice except for that country dude are decent live singers. What's the point of having a singing show when the judges can't sing? Like 80% of my family would outsing Gwen, Pharell and that Maroon 5 guy. It's like having Megan Fox, Jennifer Aniston and Scarlett Johmansson on a panel to judge someone's acting talent. Just awkward.
