But is she softening? You singer chicks know who you are. But Kelis is far too forward for you to get her down pat. She is the outlier, the titillating alternative. What you fed off of was her way, how she absolutely trusts her inner thing, how she does what she damn well pleases, and says whatever, however, she damn well pleases. Hers is the kind of self-actualizing freedom that not only leads a woman to cut off her gorgeous, healthy head of hair in the spur of the moment, it also makes you occasionally grab your own johnson.
They married two years later, on January 8, , in a small ceremony in Atlanta, where they have one of several homes. And to make sure guests came correct, they received party favors at the door—Kangols, bamboo earrings, tubes of red lipstick. Most noteworthy though, was Mrs.
In that private moment of party-planner glory, it was as if Kelis said from across the room, I love you so much, baby. If you were really watching, you could read her mind. She must; the party was a feel-good success.
Nas was damn near in tears half the night, chain-smoking blunts, mouthing lyrics, and, at times, literally collapsing into his friends as the greats showered him with due praise. Kelis revels in loving Nas, and their connection feels mature and grounded. The energy between the two performers is palpable—so hot, in fact, that MTV is reportedly documenting the couple for a reality series. Did that originate at home, when you were a child?
I grew up in Harlem, in a brownstone. My dad was a minister. He passed away, and my mom had a catering business. Food was the center of our lives—and God. We were deeply loved; we were nourished. We were encouraged, challenged, and disciplined.
My two older sisters are adopted. I grew up going to prisons with the church, working in soup kitchens. I used to play violin and saxophone. I was never the little girl with posters on the wall; I was always in my own head, reading a book, or writing something. I was always trying to create a world of my own. I used to make tents in my room and try to design clothes. Sounds like Fashion Week!
How does your family handle your success? The chick is genius, in school studying to be a veterinarian. That was a big deal. I did this from the time I was 7 to It was like crossing the tracks.
No one was in my situation. If they mess with you, fight to kill and answer questions later. I went to LaGuardia, the Fame school. I was a theater major. I really wanted to act. It was where I said, Okay, I can do this. It was where I found out I was good at something other than music.
I fit in there. My mom is Chinese and Puerto Rican, and my dad is black. I know the day it happened. I was about I had a perm just like we all did. My hair started to break off. It was a disaster. I was like, Mom! I looked in the mirror and stopped crying. I said, You know what? No matter what, I do not fit in—not with the white girls at school, and not with Chauncey and Rashida from Uptown. At 12, the last thing you want to be is different.
My stepdaughter is 12; I see it. But back then, I stopped and said, I am failing miserably. This is a waste of my energy and time. So I shaved my hair off and got teased mercilessly. But I felt better. I was like, I can deal with this. Are you into them now? I love to shop. How are you feeling about your album? What was the creative process like? I got it out. I have droughts, but then I have moments when I am accosted by ideas. I took my time; I was in no rush.
Is that like your artist statement? I already know that. Who are the ones who have been influenced by you? But I see them, from white chicks to black chicks. My goal in life is betterment. I always want to improve myself; this is not discontent.
My life is great. I have a wonderful mother, sisters. I know the Lord and I am blessed. I am madly in love. I make great money. I have five homes. My biggest thing is to ignore what I think things should be and just let them be. My biggest goal with my husband is just to love him. At 15, I thought I should have the perfect man and the perfect marriage. At 20, I thought I should have the perfect man. At 27, I realize perfection is a really big word [laughs].
I moved out at I have a hard time answering to God. But you know what? I trust that man [Nas] with my life. But yesterday [September 14] was his actual birthday. I cooked for him and two of his best friends. I made fried red snapper with cayenne pepper sauce. Sweet corn and broccoli. Coconut custard pie and root beer floats. Ask him right now! We went grocery shopping about 7 and ate by about They were chilling, smoking their cigars. You two seem quite different from each other—but maybe not.
I guess that makes for a real connection. If you feel it, go. You know better than I, so do it.