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Swiftogeddon: What Happened At A Taylor Swift Club Night

There is a particular type of joy that comes from discovering people love the same thing you love. It could be sitting on the bus and seeing the person next to you is glued to a book you adore. It could be spotting a pin badge on a passing lapel that shows its owner has also listened to all 262 episodes of an obscure podcast you're obsessed with. Or, if you’re really lucky, it could be spending five glorious hours screaming every word of all your favourite songs along with every other person in a sweaty room in east London. It could be Swiftogeddon.
I still remember the first time I heard the music of Taylor Alison Swift. In the long hot summer of 2007 I was seventeen years old and Rihanna’s ‘Umbrella’ was dominating the charts. My older brother returned from a gap year in the USA clutching a country music mix CD made by someone he met in Kentucky. One song stuck out from the rest. It was catchy, funny and like nothing I’d ever heard before. A girl exactly my age? Making country mu…

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