My 4 minute long song. I couldn’t believe my ears and eyes when I realized this song is 4 minutes long. Who, me?
This song is special to me. One of the last songs I wrote for the album.
I was writing and making music for about 3 months before I started to get my door knocked on by record labels.
I was not expecting it. When Ricky and I began this process, I fully intended and expected to release it independently, pay for my own music videos, and do it all myself. Ricky also did not think he would ever be paid for this. Putting out this project independently was also where the album cover art idea came from- I knew that as a new artist I would have to grab peoples attention. I didn’t want to attempt to do that with my gorgeous face and perfect body, so I thought, what’s more powerful than scaring someone? What’s more attention-grabbing than that?
So 3 months into the making of this album, I met almost every record label and was in around 2-3 meetings a day and also working with Ricky 5 days a week. I felt like I was in a Disney Channel Original. What the fuck? One second I’m getting walked into at a Grammy’s afterparty because someone thinks I’m a ghost, and the next I’m being courted within an inch of my life by the music industries best and brightest?? Mi vida es una película como….
I loved taking these music meetings and talking about the songs I was writing. I was filled with passion and fervor and drive and I wanted it. I felt the same amount of lucky as I did deserving of it. Not a shred of imposter syndrome coursing through me. I was being shown a glimpse into the future- a world where I could have a team to work alongside with on all of this. Beyond me. But also… not.
I started writing Phoebe after I took my very first business trip to NYC. I was flown out and put up and taken to dinner and yes literally felt that Disney Channel Original feeling. When I arrived home from my trip, I sort of crashed back down to earth. I had spent the last 3 or so months manically writing and was wondering how much gas I had left in da tank.
It was the night after I got home from my fancy trip. I was sitting on my couch, alone in my house and very suddenly, without really realizing it, I was walking upstairs and sitting down at my desk with my guitar. I wrote the first part of Phoebe through the first chorus then and there.
I remember feeling conflicted about the fucked up face line. I called my parents and asked what they thought. My dad was like I DON’T LIKE THAT LINE. My mom didn’t feel as strongly yes or no. I called my sister Ella and played it for her and watched her make a face when I sang it. I slept on it, tried other words other than “fucked up” but ultimately just thought- I’ve actually said that to myself before. I have a fucked up face. The most classically beautiful person in the world has said that to themselves before. May as well just say it!!
I did not finish this song for a few months. I tried and tried and tried and tried and didn’t feel like I could nail the second verse. There were like 5 or 6 different second verses, but the one that ended up in the final version is the first one I wrote. Usually the first version is what it should be, but not always (see Silver Jubilee).
Ricky and I were getting down to the wire with having to finish the album. I felt one day, early in the morning, that I was going to finish Phoebe. I sat down in the afternoon and tried and it didn’t happen. Whatever. But I really just felt like I was gonna finish it. That night I decided to look up a random Greta Gerwig interview from Frances Ha era. A random one I had never seen before. I started watching and it was like a dream- she was somehow, someway talking about similar subject matter to the song. I watched the interview for 2 minutes and then finished the song just writing it on my laptop, no guitar. Then I picked up the guitar and put it to music.
I was so lit out of my mind to finally show the finished version to Ricky. We had a very easy breezy beautiful time arranging the instrumental. He played beautiful 12 string guitar on it. His guitar performance on this song is as meaningful as the lyrics I wrote.
With Phoebe, I really let my writer self run wild. I’m always considering catchiness when I’m writing music, but on this one I just let myself change the lyrics in every single verse, pre, etc.
I have struggled my whole life to feel beautiful, but have always felt beautiful on the inside. But I am beautiful on the outside too. I’m proud of this song.