Album Review: Taylor Swift - Midnights
Meet me at midnight. It’s 10:59 p.m. on a Thursday, and typically I would have, and quite honestly, already should have, folded myself into bed roughly an hour ago. My wife, bemused by my decision to stay up for the late-night release of Midnights , has undoubtedly fallen asleep by now, and our dog, who at first was curious, then a little interested in the fact that I was still up, has now opted to burrow deep into his bed and bury himself underneath two blankets. I can hear his snoring coming from the living room as I sit at the kitchen table. I haven’t exactly “set the mood” for the release of a new Taylor Swift album—the blue light from my open laptop shines on my face, and it is not exactly an ideal atmosphere to listen to something like this. My eyes dart to the clock in the top right corner of the screen, waiting for the moment when 10:59 p.m. turns into 11:00 p.m. and I, as she requests in the opening line of the first song on the album, can meet Taylor at midnight—or at least