Sometimes you put an album on for the first time and you sink back into the sumptuous layers and soak up every musical note with pleasure, without analysis, almost without thinking. The body takes over as you transcend the domestic and psychological clutter and you exist for that brief moment without anchor.
A friend put on Lorde’s ‘Royals’ sometime last year before the single had gone global, so I had no expectations at work; I was blown away by the voice and by the song at a gut level. Now, with her debut album, Pure Heroine, out, I want to see if my instincts were right, and that there is poetry in these lyrics.
A number of years ago, Don McGlashan was awarded The University of Auckland Literary Fellowship, to the delight of some and the horror of others. What was a songwriter doing taking up a literary spot? Could…
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