‘TAYLOR WAS THE TYPE OF CHILD YOU WERE JUST MAGNETISED TOWARDS’ EVERY few months, Scott Swift would hit the phones. The agenda: his teenage daughter, Taylor. Most likely sitting in his study at the family home in Hendersonville, near Nashville, Tennessee, overlooking the Cumberland River, he caught up with her former teachers, his business buddies, family friends, session musicians who had recorded demos with her and the producers who had mixed them, giving them a detailed download of information about his daughter’s ascent.
Scott spoke well. A third-generation banker and former radio salesman, he updated them on which songs she’d cut; which singles were coming out next (by the age of 15, Taylor had a record deal with a company); where she was touring (he had bought Cher’s former tour…