“I kinda like being a narrator that’s not the person I relate to. So the narrator in Clara Bow is either a studio, like a Hollywood studio person, or a label executive who’s sitting in my mind, behind a desk, and meeting with a brand new starlet who has just come to town. The exec says ‘You look like Clara Bow in this light, it’s remarkable. You’re so special, you’re amazing, we’re going to make you just like her. In my mind, that girl was Stevie Nicks, right? So Stevie Nicks sits down, they tell her she looks like Clara Bow, she’s got those big moon eyes, and, ‘We’re gonna make you just like her. Don’t worry. We’re gonna put you through this machine, and you’ll be a god. The second verse says, ‘You look like Stevie Nicks in this light, the hair and lips.’ So in my mind, that was me that sat down opposite that desk, right? I sit down at a record label and they’re like, ‘You look like Stevie Nicks. We’ll make you the next Stevie Nicks.’ And basically you learn that like, you’re in a machine, and they’re trying to make you into a woman that they just idealized and then discarded. The entertainment industry love-bombs women, right? ‘We love you. We don’t know who you are, why are you even here?’ And so in the last verse, in my mind, it’s a new artist that sits down across from a record label desk, and they say, ‘You look like Taylor Swift in this light, we’re loving it. You’ve got edge, she never did, the future’s bright, dazzling.’ And cause that’s another thing you get when you’re a female in the music or entertainment industry, movies, whatever. It’s like, ‘Oh, you’re like this person that we—they name a big name,’ and they’re like, ‘But you’re gonna be so much better, no, no, no, you’re gonna be cooler. You’re gonna be so much better.’ Like, to offset the comparison.”
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