On September 23, 2026, just two days before it would be released, Taylor Swift announced The Life of a Showgirl: The Encore.

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This past Tuesday, I spent the evening likely the closest I’ll ever be to an A-List actor watching alternative rock band Dogstar perform at the 9:30 Club.

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There was no phone in sight at the Lincoln Theatre, where amber lights cast a warm, intimate glow. Watching John Andrews & The Yawns and Alice Phoebe Lou perform, I felt like I’d been let into the inner workings of their hearts. John Andrews took the stage in a baseball cap and beat-up Converse, casually admitting he’d been watching Danny DeVito Batman clips backstage. His voice was deeply comforting, accompanied only by an acoustic guitar and electric piano he alternated bet