She bridges the gap between electronica and The X Factor, and her blend of crystalline pop and refined soul is a relief in a world of cloying attention seekers. So wheres her self-confidence?Did you give me a rooibos? splutters Jessie Ware, looking incredulously down at the mug of tea handed to her by Sam, her then-fiance, now husband. Fucking hell, you did. Control freak. Thats going to be reported in the Guardian: Jessie Ware, domestic prisoner. Shes joking, but when we meet in her flat in south London to chat over caffeine-free tea, her usually easy-going demeanour is tinged with an undercurrent of mania. Its not surprising her nearest and dearest are trying to keep her away from any stimulants; a later misunderstanding about a caramel wafer leads to an outburst worthy of an East End gangster. But its no wonder shes on edge: as well as trying to organise her impending wedding in Greece (her mum calls during our interview with news on the venue: I bet thats my mum Its my fucking mum! Sam, get it!), theres also the matter of her forthcoming second album, Tough Love, a mix of refined soul and crystalline pop.This juxtaposition between the artist (gregarious, deliciously foul-mouthed, prone to a good gossip) and the art (delicate, melancholic, sophisticated) is what makes Ware interesting. Cocooned in a loving relationship and on the cusp of marriage, she seems blissfully happy, yet Tough Love is littered with broken relationships. Im in a really happy stage of my life, but it doesnt mean I cant write about things that affect me or that I relate to from the past, she says. Songwriting is about storytelling. Continue reading...
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