Some of my favorite lines of the whole record are in “ Golden G String,” a song not aptly named for what it’s really about. She delves into past relationships, death, independence and self–reliance, and feminism. She got so introspective in the creation of the album, and it’s beautiful to watch her talk about her brilliant insights and changed world view. I recently watched Zane Lowe’s interview with Miley, and I was struck by an immense admiration for her wit and maturity. She reflects on letting go of a particular relationship, and “still high.” Although this is likely more of a reference to being intoxicated, it can also be interpreted as the feeling of being on top of the world. Except this time, she’s fallen to a lower point on the mountain. Her song “ High” can be seen as an extension of “ The Climb:” both are pop–ballads with powerful buildups. I was also occasionally reminded of the Hannah Montana era, which brought a sense of nostalgia and childhood to what is otherwise a very mature album. On “ Never Be Me,” Miley sings “I walk the line / I play with fire,” which could be a nod to one of her dad’s favorites: Johnny Cash’s “ I Walk the Line.” On “ Plastic Hearts,” Miley plays homage to the Rolling Stones with an intro that resembles “ Sympathy for the Devil.” Miley also throws out potential references to other artists across multiple decades and genres. She’s tried on her fair share of hats, and needless to say I was curious to discover what the much anticipated Plastic Hearts would have to offer. Post Bangerz, Miley experimented with a more psychedelic and wacky sound on Dead Petz, and then shifted to a sweeter, fresh–faced, beachy vibe on Younger Now. Despite a three year musical hiatus only to end with what I refer to as the “twerking era,” I always have and always will have room in my heart for Miley. I adopted “ Party in the U.S.A.” as my preferred national anthem, and even stuck by her side during the “ Can’t Be Tamed” controversy. I was a fan through her Breakout release when she began to-literally-break out of her Disney contract. Hannah Montana was my favorite show as a kid, but my love for Miley didn’t stop at the (dramatic) removal of a blonde wig. It’s my first concert, and although my seven–year–old ego spends much of it being embarrassed by my mom and grandma dancing, it also happens to be the best night of my life thus far. My idol, Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana, is literally in the same room as me, breathing the same air. It’s a chilly Wednesday evening in November of 2009.
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