Did I mention she was in the room while I was listening to her newest body of work in four years? Yes, we were both nervous.
About three weeks ago, I stood in a crowd of thousands at Governors Ball, watching Lorde explode on stage to the thudding piano beats of her single “Green Light.” It was one of the first hot days of summer, and I smelled like the Miller Lite I’d been holding when a bro rammed into me trying to get closer to our Lorde. The show was sweaty and alive as we danced along with a Lorde who seemed incapable of holding the music inside her. It lit up her limbs, and we understood those jerky, spastic movements that have become her signature–she just can’t help herself.