BY NOW YOU KNOW that the past few years have been extraordinary ones in the life of Taylor Swift.
Even if you have only casual knowledge of Swift’s music—there may be six or seven souls left on the planet who can’t sing all the words to “Shake It Off”—you’re aware that Swift has become not only one of the most successful recording artists ever, but also an unrivaled power broker who has prevailed in a volatile media economy and brought today’s music overlords to heel.
We pull up alongside, and Andrea rolls down her window. “This must really bring back some memories,” Dave says. She surveys the fields behind the driveway, which include a small grove of pine trees her parents once planted.
They now look tall enough for Christmas at Rockefeller Center. Just a few years back, Swift was so excited about relocating to New York City—it was the creative basis for —but when she’s in the city now, within a couple of days, there is a circus of photographers outside her apartment building. The wedding ceremony has finished—Britany and Ben made it official to applause—and Swift and I have huddled downstairs at the church during a break before the reception.
There are nuns here at Sacred Heart Chapel who taught Swift in kindergarten. It’s the morning of the wedding, and I am riding in an SUV with Swift and her mother, Andrea.