How Taylor Swift helped me through the hardest year of my life
Growing up as a gay teenager in Ireland's North West, Taylor Swift's music meant a lot to Gary Grimes..
As a 13-year-old gay boy in the North West of Ireland, who truly nothing had happened to, even the song ‘Fifteen’ was a stretch for me to find parallels in.
I was very much looking forward to crossing the threshold into my fifteenth year — and boy did I mark the occasion (see photographic evidence below) – though I took a little comfort in the fact that I was, at least, thirteen (famously Taylor’s lucky number).
Fast forward through a decade of stadium tours, mild-to-severe trauma and somewhat narcissistic self-analysis, for Taylor and me both.
When I look back now, we’ve been through a lot together since we rang in my 15th birthday.
Upon embarking on a year long stay in NYC in 2017, it was Taylor who greeted me upon landing at JFK airport to the tune of ‘Welcome To New York’, the opening track of her 2014 pop opus 1989. Following that, she helped me romanticise ‘nights in Brixton’ and ‘Shoreditch in the afternoon’ as I settled into my new London life to the hum of 2019’s ‘London Boy’.
More recently she offered an escape from the mundanity and misery of life in lockdown through the tapestry of woodland scenes and characters she created for her critically-lauded folklore album.
The record’s sister album evermore included ‘marjorie’, a song that talks so poignantly and delicately about the subject of grief that it allowed me to unlock a pocket of emotion I had been suppressing through what has been the most challenging and eventful year of my life so far.
A year that left me wishing I could revert to being a 13-year-old boy who truly nothing had happened to.
On Friday, whilst quarantining in my teenage bedroom in advance of the one-year anniversary of my father’s suicide, it struck me how I couldn’t imagine a better way to experience my first listen of Fearless (Taylor’s Version) than by hearing to it once again in this room adorned with family photos and Twilight posters, perfectly preserved like a museum exhibition on my younger self.
A bedroom designed with love by my father, in partnership with a ten-year-old me, purpose built for me to be precisely the sort of teenager who would spend hours, days, months and years holed up in that very bedroom, discovering the original album (and many, many other things…).
“I’ve found time can heal most anything, and you just might find who you’re supposed to be. I didn’t know who I was supposed to be at fifteen.” — Taylor Swift (‘Fifteen‘)
Twelve years have passed since I first pressed play on Fearless (hence forth known as ‘Scooter’s Version’?) and, in fairness, I do feel I’ve done quite a bit in those years. I’ve learned a lot, and I too have found time can heal almostanything. But somehow, try as I might to have avoided it — and I really did try — I’ve wound up right back exactly where I began.
“It rains in your bedroom, everything is wrong. It rains when you’re here and it rains when you’re gone.” — Taylor Swift (‘Forever & Always‘)
360 days have passed since my father said goodbye, without saying goodbye. After nearly a year of agonising, questioning, theorising and coming to absolutely zero conclusions, I’m sitting here in this bedroom with ‘White Horse’ playing and honestly, I can’t remember the last time I felt so connected to him or, more importantly, to me and him. To us.
And so I think perhaps here I’ll stay, in some way, forever and always.
Credit: Gary Grimes, Loud & Quiet