The ButterFly album was an infamous disaster. Basically a vanity project produced by her then-boyfriend Jon Peters, one of Hollywood's most notorious nutjobs who had virtually no experience producing music up to that point.
Life On Mars is definitely the 'high point' (Bowie described it as 'Bloody awful') but she's completely out of her depth on the whole record, covering the likes of Bob Marley and Bill Withers is so far out of her rich white lady comfort zone as to be quite ludicrous.
Her rendition of 'Grandma's Hands' is also good for a laugh.
I love that she's the kind of batshit insane where all of her bizarre quirks (cloning her dogs, building a private underground mall) make total sense in her own head.
I’ve been listening to highlights of the audiobook recently and it really is an absolute scream.
My favourite recurring feature is when she’ll just stop everything mid narrative to pull out some RAVE REVIEWS from the vaults, which she’ll read out in full in a tone of faux-humble surprise, as if she’s seeing them for the first time.
“Oh, this one’s by Pauline Kael! Barbra Streisand is the greatest comedic actress since Hepburn. So nice…”
(Around the 45 minute mark on track 33 for a prime example)