I think one of the most toe curlingy awkward, and embarrassing things I've seem in recent years, is Dua Lipa's episode of "Song Exploder" on Netflix.
The whole series (and also the podcast) is terrific, and inspiring.
With artists as varied as Lin-Manuel Miranda, and Nine Inch Nails taking a deep dive into their writing, and creative process, and several episodes featuring Flood & Alan Moulder showing exactly what real record producers do.
And then we come to Dua Lipa's episode, where a large team of writers try to negotiate their way around exactly what it is they all do, or what this half baked, paper-thin idea by committee means on a personal level.
Meanwhile, poor old Dua is reduced to politely smiling, and offering niceties about the whole experience, before the episode has to deal with the elephant in the room, that is the sample the song is based around. And now the whole thing gets derailed having to acknowledge that they've basically copied the whole idea from "Your Woman" by White Town, which itself is based around an obscure sample from a 1930's recording.
At this point, the viewer (and apparently the participants) would rather the episode were actually about "Your Woman" by White Town, because it's a vastly more interesting, and inspiring personal story about an Indian kid recording a track on consumer gear, in his bedroom, sending it in to a Sunday morning radio slot, and it getting picked up by the national station, put into rotation, and becoming a smash hit.
Dua is a legit superstar, and a terrific performer, but she really needs to develop as a songwriter in her own right.