The arm lyrics were physical graffiti, a detail that most in the crowd probably wouldn’t notice, but one that made each show different. She had music history etched right on her skin. It was a fan gesture that signified the joy of being a fan—wearing your heart on your sleeve, without the sleeve. It was also a way of locating her and her fans in the wider story of pop music—they were all part of this tradition. The night I saw her on that tour, she wore one of her own lines: “May these memories break our fall,” from “Long Live.”
I would very much like to be included in this narrative
