Dear Taylor Swift,
Taylor, do you know what I've been thinking about all the time these past few days?
Wow, you really shook things up here. You ruled Instagram and dominated the newspapers. Music journalists chewed the ends of their pencils in their search for creative superlatives that did justice to your performance of 3 hours and 20 minutes. Even the sourest pop journalist suddenly drank tea with milk and a thick layer of honey instead of vinegar. Everyone was uplifted by your concert. A performance where visitors were treated to everything. You started on time, danced and sang for hours, played 45 songs, welcomed everyone in Dutch, and waved goodbye, with your boyfriend's arm around you, as you left the stage.
Never before has an artist enchanted our capital like you have. Of course, we've had The Stones here, Beyoncé, Madonna. And of course, we flocked there en masse, but the way you managed to sprinkle only fairy dust and truly make everyone happy is unprecedented.
As a big hotel lover, I'm always curious which hotel you would choose if you stayed in Amsterdam. I thought the Conservatorium Hotel, but the rumor goes that you occasionally took your private jet to sleep in your house in England. You'll probably tell us about it someday. Just know that your positive PR was continued by your Travis who, how Amsterdam can you get, rode his bike through the Spuistraat.
Taylor, do you know what I've been thinking about all the time these past few days? About Kanye West who put you down during the VMA Awards when he said that Beyoncé should have won the award for best video. Americans say it so beautifully: living well is the best revenge. Do you know how we say that in the Netherlands? You made them smell a little poop. But one with a fairy dust scent.
You go girl, go enchant Zürich now.
Love,
May
