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Rock Bottom
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IT CAN’T be the
greatest feeling
in the world,
when you have
hauled yourself
up to your full
artistic height
and reached for
the creative
stars, and all
people are
really
interested in is
the size of your
bum.
Perhaps her fan
base in the
cinematic world
is altogether
more respectful.
But when friends
and
acquaintances
learned that I
had been
summoned to a
one-to-one
audience with
Jennifer Lopez,
to mark the
impending
release of her
new album, no
one remembered
to care whether
her new record
addresses
hip-hop culture,
conquers new
ground in Latino
pop or clings to
the coat-tails
of bling-bling
R&B. They just
wanted to hear
the detailed
dimensions of
her derrière.
But when the Jennifer Lopez promotion machine
arrives in town, the music is almost an
incidental extra. If it’s not the behind, it’s
the bust-up with Ben Affleck, or the new old man
of eight months, Latin singer Marc Anthony. Or
her box-office earning power (£6 million per
film, we’re told), or her new range of perfume,
called Still, or her first J-Lo store, which
opened in Moscow last year. Or this month’s
tabloid tittle-tattle, that she’s so desperate
to start a family she’s all set to stop smoking
cigars.
But to spend a few hours as a tiny cog in that
PR machine is to understand a little more about
the business of keeping a modern celebrity
tanked up on tabloid attention. Turn up the
magnification on the Petri dish of publicity,
and you can just make out that busy family of
microbes who are employees of the J-Lo fame
corporation. At 35, Jenny from the Bronx is
still Jenny from the block. She used to have a
little, now she has a lot of people to peel her
grapes and organise her next media junket.
That’s probably a bit harsh, because when I am
finally summoned to the inner sanctum, I find a
mega-celebrity closeted in spartan surroundings,
with nothing but a bottle of water to distract
her from an endless procession of press, radio
and television people. But by the end of the
bloodless experience, I was wondering why either
of us had turned up at all.
I did so, of course, as a reasonably willing
promotional lickspittle for Lopez’s new album,
Rebirth. Out at the end of next month, it is a
shoo-in to add to the 35 million worldwide sales
she has racked up so far - not bad for a
secondary career. Not too bad an album, either,
as I had the chance to hear while waiting for my
blink-and-miss-it moment with La Lopez.
But first, the set-up. Sony BMG call me to
confirm the interview, with a very specific list
of instructions. It’s worth explaining that in
the high-security world of major album releases
these days, with all the attendant neuroses
about illegal uploads, downloads and everything
in between, there is about as much chance of
being sent an advance copy of Rebirth as there
is of seeing Lopez shopping for frozen peas at
Tesco. "Your interview time is 5.10pm. You need
to be at Claridge’s an hour before, so that you
can hear the album. You also need to be at a
playback at Soho House the night before, because
Jennifer wants to introduce some tracks to
everyone who’s going to be interviewing her. You
need to come to Sony to collect your invitation
to Soho House, because you won’t get in without
it."
Yes, yes, whatever. Oh, and how long have I got
with her, by the way? "Ten minutes." I laughed
out loud. But the laugh had turned into a vacant
gaze by the time I left the swanky London hotel,
after finding that they had exaggerated. It was
actually only eight.
Record companies are very practised in the
technicalities of running a full-on media day
with a major artist. I arrive in the ‘holding
room’ of a Claridge’s suite to the startling,
unprecedented and ultimately misleading news
that the interviews are running on time. A
couple of foreign reporters are sitting politely
listening to the album, or as much of it as we
are allowed to hear at this point. In another 90
minutes, the place will be packed with
journalists of every nationality and media
format, all of us having the record drummed into
our heads while we partake of sandwiches, fruit
and coffee from next door. Meanwhile, the label
people are on their mobiles planning
mirror-image sorties to other locations on
Lopez’s ruthlessly efficient European tour. "You
know about Madrid, don’t you?" "Do you want to
fly to Berlin?" "You know Lisbon’s not happening
now?"
A journalistic league of nations sits around
chattering in various tongues. It’s like being
backstage at the Eurovision Song Contest. As we
listen to ‘Still Around’, an Italian
correspondent recognises a melody and is clearly
racking her brains to place it. In my role as a
smart alec of soul, I call out "Luther Vandross,
‘Never Too Much’."
Trying very hard to care that it’s suddenly my
turn, I’m led out into a waiting area, then
finally into that anticlimactic oval office
itself. Lopez is sitting on a hard chair in the
middle of a room devoid of accoutrements, with
not so much as a television set. She’s wearing a
green plaid top, rather like the top half of a
business suit, that manages to be both demure
and revealing. She looks alone, and, for all her
pleasant enough greeting, rather joyless. Who
wouldn’t be, I muse, cooped up like this all day
long. There’s no chance at all of validating
those enquiries about her rear end, since she
does not move from this formal setting. So much
for diva-like behaviour. It feels more as though
I am visiting a Harley Street consultant than an
international sex bomb.
I launch into some genuine enthusiasm about a
track on Rebirth called ‘Cherry Pie’, which has
a much rockier feel than anything else we’ve
heard. "You like that?" she says, looking
vaguely pleased. "A lot of the pop stations I
played it for in the States like that too, but I
didn’t play it for everyone. I love it. I mean,
I wrote it. It’s more like rock’n’roll, an
earlier Prince vibe."
My time has started, the clock is ticking.
Having long since abandoned any game plan to get
inside the mind of Jennifer Lopez in 480
seconds, I try a scattershot approach. We fall
swiftly into talking about the album’s slinky
first single, ‘Get Right’, on which she’s J to
the Lo like a funky home-girl, fashioning a
contemporary groove out of something
intrinsically 1970s and essentially James Brown.
The insistent horn on the record, which will
pack dancefloors from now until Christmas, is a
perfect audio match for the Godfather of soul’s
classic sax man, Maceo Parker, and Lopez doesn’t
deny that it’s the inspiration. "It’s basically
a real club track, as far as I’m concerned," she
says.
"The only thing that sets it apart from being
just a dance track is that it has that element
of funk to it. It has the horns and the heavy
drums and the bass. That was something I wanted
to incorporate into the music more this time -
more alive, more funk, but still staying in my
own area.
"I was listening to a lot of James Brown, and my
old Atlantic rhythm-and-blues collection and
stuff like that. It’s just about the way that
music moves you in a different way. It’s so
timeless. It’s like, how do we do that today? We
can’t do that today, but you want to do
something that resounds like that and has that
feel to it."
The second-generation Puerto Rican recorded
Rebirth last year with her long-time production
partner Corey Rooney, and it continues her
predilection for teaming up with cutting-edge
names in R&B, such as Fabolous and Fat Joe.
There’s also a guest appearance by Marc Anthony,
the heartthrob singer whom she married in secret
last June. Also a respected actor, whose credits
include last year’s Man on Fire and 1999’s
Bringing Out the Dead, he is the third Mr Lopez,
after Ojani Noa and Cris Judd, whose marriages
to her lasted 11 and 16 months respectively.
Anthony, who has two children by his previous
relationship, wed Lopez four days after his
divorce came through.
Rebirth is Lopez’s first album since 2002’s This
Is Me... Then which, despite producing the
memorable ‘Jenny from the Block’ and another big
hit in ‘All I Have’, failed to reach the top ten
in the UK - although it did sell five million
copies worldwide. Does she feel as though music
has moved on since her last time in the studio?
"I think the music industry is ever-changing,"
she says. "But it’s funny, I’ve never really
gone with exactly what’s hot at the time. We’re
seeing that more now. Artists that are
considered pop artists, or pop/R&B artists, are
trying different things. We have a Pink or a
Christina Aguilera trying such different things
on their second album than they did on their
first."
She has said that hearing the breakthrough rap
song ‘Rapper’s Delight’ changed her life, but
ask her for her all-time favourite singers and
she lists Luther Vandross, Marvin Gaye... and
her husband.
Next month, we’ll see Lopez on screen with
Richard Gere and Susan Sarandon in the romantic
comedy Shall We Dance?, one of her favourite
films. "What happened between Richard and me was
very sweet and special," she simpers. She has
also completed An Unfinished Life with Robert
Redford and Monster-In-Law with Jane Fonda.
Next, it’s a pre-Second World War musical,
American Darlings, with Nicole Kidman.
Much has always been made of her screen
chemistry with George Clooney, eight years her
senior, in 1998’s Out of Sight. "That was fun.
It’s almost like I always get to work with older
actors. I’d like to work with more of my
contemporaries. It’s always not exactly in the
same age range for some reason."
And... time’s up. A fleeting dance comes to an
end. It’s possible that we will not be sending
each other birthday gifts, but at least it’s
another tick on her promotional list. The next
journalist is introduced as I’m still gathering
my things, and I realise without disappointment
that Jennifer Lopez has forgotten me while I’m
still in the room.
The single ‘Get Right’ is released by on
February 14.
The album Rebirth comes out on February 28. |