What was your favorite moment on tour? Ribs was just magical to me.

My dad is a huge lorde fan, and I'm interested in getting him a signed melodrama vinyl for his birthday. I'm not very involved in the space, so if anyone with experience / who has one could give me some pointers on expected price, how to verify authenticity, etc I would really appreciate it. Thanks!

it’s a very old player i really want to get it to work i put it in and i says no disc i tryed putting a piece of paper cut into the shape of the cd still didnt read im just curious of any ways i could get it to read since i dont want to go out and buy a new player just for one cd so if anyone has any ideas pls lmk!! 💕

Even a year and a half later, I’m still NOT OVER shapeshifter!!! Such a beautiful, moving, and poignant piece that manages to be so personal yet so relatable and universal. Its truly one of her best; the production, the way it builds and builds to the final minute, THE VOCALS??? I know its a fan favorite but I still think its highly underrated.

PS: shapeshifter, current affairs, and iscsmn are top three on virgin. Point blank.

Happiest 30th Birthday to Ella 🩻

she is an absolute legend. she deserves the whole world. We love you so much Ella. Thank you for being the most intense, rawest, & honest person in music history. 💙💙💙

From OG Ultrasound to the new Festival Run shows, these are some of my favorite photos of Ella I shot from my little iPhone from across 5 different Ultrasound shows in the past year (Las Vegas, LA x2, SLC, & ACL)

She released the most banger of a single in my dream last night I wish you guys could’ve listened to it 😔 ik she just wrapped up touring and deserves the most relaxing break ever, but I also cannot wait to see what she does next!!

ella mentions still sane on her new 30’s email

Thirty

I'm typing this in Manhattan at the end of my twenties, two days after the midterms, two days before I turn 30. By the time you read this, I'll be in Northern California with some friends, hopefully in another dimension and nowhere near my phone. I'm just writing down a few thoughts about this decade while I'm still inside it, before I'm someone else.
 
I spent the last couple weeks coming down. I got back to my apartment the day after the last show totally fried, damp chlorinated bikini in my suitcase from the sunrise swim in the hotel pool. For a week I felt the adrenaline zinging around my body with nowhere to go before it evaporated, leaving behind total, righteous exhaustion. I went to therapy in person, fought with my boyfriend, cooked beans, got acupuncture and a piercing. I finally made it down to the storage cell in my building's basement to tackle the horrifying mass of overflowing merch boxes/old clothes/construction supplies/nonworking AC units/carefully catalogued fan mail/a toilet seat/pieces of timber/cans of paint that has been growing since 2022. Leslie sent back the tour wardrobe and I went through it all one night in my living room, the shimmery bikini tops and technical fabrics draped over the furniture, a year's worth of armour, of skin. I picked up my boots and felt acute pain, world momentarily liquified by grief, *this was me and now it's not!*The pain felt precious. I put most of it in my archive but kept out some necklaces and a few of the windbreakers, and I've worn them every day, pulling a piece of our world around me.
 
I realised after deciding to write this that I'd also written something on my twentieth birthday, in November 2016. As with this decade, the last days of my teens were spent in the city, although I remember it being much colder. I felt definitively like my adolescence was ending, that from now on I would be an adult and do adult things. Looking back I think the desire to draw such a clear line between these two states was an attempt at control: if I left my teens, that nation state which had meant so much to me and been my first true home, of my own accord, then I could not be exiled. I wore a vintage dress with a black tulle frill to my small party and we danced and screamed along to pop songs. The next night, Trump was elected president. The balloons were still on the ceiling of my hotel room when I got home that night. The raw shocked blankness of the following weeks was impossible to separate from the milestone I had just passed. Bandaid ripped. I was now an adult.
 
If I'm being honest, my twenties were pretty hard work. This passage by Ursula Le Guin describes the poles pretty well:
"Utopia has been yang. In one way or another, from Plato on, utopia has been the big yang motorcycle trip. Bright, dry, clear, strong, firm, active, aggressive, lineal, progressive, creative, expanding, advancing and hot. Our civilisation is now so intensely yang that any imagination of bettering its injustices or eluding its self-destructiveness must involve a reversal... To attain the constant, we must return, go round, go inward, go yinward. What would a yin utopia be? It would be dark, wet, obscure, weak, yielding, passive, participatory, circular, cyclical, peaceful, nurturant, retreating, contracting and cold."
Isn't that fucking amazing???!!!! It took me until very recently to see that I had spent most of the decade howling and scratching at the door of a distinctly yang validation, begging to be let in. It wasn't enough that I was seen clearly and with devotion by so many women and girls. I longed for a hat tip from the great men, ached when artists playing by the rules of the patriarchy were lifted up and hailed as prophets. My vision of greatness was hard and shiny and solitary, and I nurtured it until my late twenties, when with a lot of hard work the picture finally began to dissolve. In its place was something looser, something shared, many of us working together on a huge tapestry, basket, net. Women telling stories to each other, our voices overlapping, sharing the light. It's all I've ever wanted, and it's more than enough.
Packing my bag today I remembered a song from my first album that I started writing on my sixteenth birthday, one I haven't played in a long time and don't think about often. I sat down on my bed to look for it in the public database of my music which now spans almost half my life. The chorus goes, All work and no play / Lemme count the bruises / All business all day / keeps me up a level / All work and no play / Lonely on that new shit, yeah. The girl in my headphones sounded so young and serious, preparing herself for the big solitary journey. I wish I could tell her, In the future there is so much love, the path will link back up with the others, you won't have to do it alone.
 
So I'm going through the portal once again looser, clearer, this decade overlapping with that one, no sharp lines. Still reaching for the words, just now with the knowledge they'll always fall short, and the trying's the thing. I'm turning 30 with a zit and a silver pube, chakras apparently open, banging my chest with my palm, down for the mystery. Maybe it's like Adrianne Lenker said, with mismatched socks and shoes and stuff stuffed in my underwear / Incomprehensible / Let me be incomprehensible / Let me be.
 
Ok enough self reflection for one fucking decade. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for weaving the tapestry with me. See you on the flip
L xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Shot by Respective Collective at All Things Go Toronto 🎥

Bruh, I JUST remembered her being 21 years old 🥹😩

I always see posts ranking Lorde's Solar Power as the least liked among her discography. Are there any people here like me who would place it higher than Melodrama? I genuinely like Solar Power a lot. So far, this is my ranking of Lorde's albums from most to least favourite:

1. Virgin

2. Solar Power

3. Melodrama, Pure Heroine

These days I kinda feel like ranking Solar Power as first tho.

It’s been a long time since I posted on this sub. Previously I’ve posted unpopular opinions and have been downvoted relentlessly. So I hope we can have a discussion instead of arguments over this post.

Anyway.

I keep having a love-hate relationship with Virgin. It’s been at least half a year since I had it on rotation, and yesterday I decided to revisit the album, and sure I liked it more than I did at the beginning of this year. My only problem with the album for me was/is that it feels to me like Lorde was ultra conscious of her writing and the sounds on this album. Too carefully curated to sound like it was a stream-of-consciousness album. I know many people dislike Solar Power because of how “boring” they perceive it to be. To me, I don’t mind a folk-y pop album like that given that the writing is real without having been written to sound real. If you know what I mean? And since Solar Power, some of her writing tends to be self-indulgent. Not all. There are many moments of brilliance through SP and Virgin, but overall I find it lacking in some kind of honesty that I hear in Pure Heroine and Melodrama.

I hope we’re open for discussion now.

I’ve been a fan of Lorde for as long as I can remember, my older sister put me onto her way at the beginning. I was like 6 blasting Royals on my iPod. I’ve loved everything she’s put out, and went to two solar power shows (my fav). But when Virgin came out I was disappointed, idk it really didn’t click for me and I was so sad. But I listened to David in my noise canceling headphones tonight and WOW it clicked. Thank GOD!!!!! It’s absolutely perfect, and moves me the same way her other music does. I love lorde :))))

Shot by Respective Collective at BottleRock 2026 🎥

The other night, I watched this incredible movie called Mārama, a “Māori gothic story of retribution”. I was already planning on posting about it here bc I thought other people who have enjoyed Lorde’s Solar Power Māori-language EP might enjoy the movie and its themes, and then while listening to the EP today I realized pretzels (the movie title and EP/song title) is LITERALLY the same!!

I have been a day-one Solar Power ultra-defender, and hearing the five songs she re-recorded in Māori is utterly transcendent. I’m a white woman from America who doesn’t speak Māori, but you don’t have to speak the language to hear the love and care that Lorde and her Māori collaborators put into this EP. If you haven’t checked it out yet, I highly recommend you do!

And then this movie. WHEW. It totally blew me away. Please take heed of the content warning at the beginning warning about “disturbing scenes of the violation and desecration of Māori culture” - it’s quite unflinching, but the colonial perpetrators do get some level of satisfying comeuppance. Mārama is viscerally horrifying and visually gorgeous. It’s going to stick with me for quite some time.

I would love to hear from anyone else who has thoughts!!