No 'Guts,' no glory: How Olivia Rodrigo became America's pop-punk queen
LOS ANGELES — Olivia Rodrigo thinks of herself as a judicious dropper of the F-bomb.
"I always try to keep it to just the essential swears," says the 20-year-old pop superstar. "I try not to throw a frivolous 'f—' in there."
Her music bears this out: A little less than three years ago, Rodrigo blew up seemingly overnight with "Drivers License," an instant-classic breakup ballad that builds to a cathartic bridge in which she sloppily confesses to an ex, "I still f—ing love you, babe." Her recent sophomore LP, "Guts," unloads another winner in "Vampire," a miniature rock opera about an unwise Hollywood hook-up that rhymes "bloodsucker" and "fame-f—er."
Yet because Rodrigo's audience contains plenty of grade-schoolers — before music, she came up on a couple of squeaky-clean Disney shows — even the most artful of her profanities must occasionally get the chop, as in the clean edit of "Vampire," in which "fame-f—er" becomes — sigh — "dream-crusher."
Is there a song on "Guts" she'd think twice about performing were she booked for, say —
"The Kids' Choice Awards?" she asks, finishing the question. "Lots. Probably wouldn't play 'All-American Bitch' — 'All-American Chick' would
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