People mag chose to highlight her silly prattle about dead fashion designers in heaven writing her songs and choosing her album's release date, but the real pleasure of the Harper's Bazaar interview is the discussion of her horns.

Oh, my: the possibility of slightly less-than-sycophantic coverage rears its unhorned head. Not saying she's somewhat . . . addled by fame and chronic adoration, but this is the sort of thing you expect to hear from people who have interesting correspondences with Hannibal Lecter. He'll tell others your secrets in exchange for some jaihouse privileges, you know. The horns are just a symbol, Clarice, a sign. She was born that way. By which I mean screaming for attention. But you have to give her credit for this: she can fall on the floor in the middle of a song and never miss a beat. You fall off a piano bench and keep your place in the song.

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