The Weeknd:’ Medications were a crutch for me’

Abel Tesfayes tortured, genre-bending R& amp; B has brought him millions of fans, a triple platinum album and partnerships with Daft Punk and Beyonc. Will mainstream success attain him happy?

A degree of mystery attends the buildup to my meeting with Abel Tesfaye, the 26 -year-old Ethiopian-Canadian who for some time now ever since his stealth emergence as a recording artist in Toronto in 2010 has been constructing varied, often exceptional, ever more popular under the assumed name of the Weeknd. It is early November. He has a new album thats nearly finished, a follow-up to last years 3.6 m-selling Beauty Behind The Madness, and at breathtakingly short notice I have been summoned to Rotterdam, where Tesfaye is due to sing a track from the new record at the MTV European Music awards, for a rare interview.

I was told, flying in, to expect some sort of audience around midnight. Later, if Tesfaye used to go partying after the gig. But orders change and I arrive at a hotel in Rotterdam in the early evening, a few hours before hes due on the MTV stage. From the lobby, Tesfayes bodyguard, Big Rob Feggans, whose nickname holds up, escorts me into a lift. Up a few levels, Feggans leads the route along a hallway and at the end of it knocks on a door, summoning out another member of the Weeknds entourage. This man emerges to take two brisk steps across the hallway and knock on another door. Theres a plate of done-with chicken on the floor outside Tesfayes room. We wait beside it.

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With Prince at the American Music awards 2015. Photograph: Kevin Winter/ Getty Images

Its an appropriately enigmatic style to be taken to meet a composer of genre-smushing R& B, whose output especially in 2011, when the then 21 -year-old made a trilogy of precociously brilliant mixtapes has always assumed extra heft from his personal mystique. For a day, at the start of his career , nobody knew what he looked like. His interview shyness created a sense of Prince-like obscurity. When I first ensure Tesfaye perform live, at a taping of Later With Jools Holland in 2012, he demonstrated up trenchcoated and dreadlocked, and mesmerised the studio with a performance of Wicked Games, a madly profane ballad about love, or rather, about motherfucking love.

As a lyricist, Tesfaye makes arguably the best use of that m-word since Snoop Dogg. Hes also been about as prolific a novelist( and as expert at mining their own lives for material) as Taylor Swift, blest with a Springsteen-like ability to establish concrete worlds inside ballads, conveying along the way a sexual confidence( at least in his narrative persona) that might render Rihanna or R Kelly wallflowers by comparison. But unlike most artists who make it in the mainstream all at once last summertime, had three huge hits, Cant Feel My Face, The Hills and Earned It, from the Fifty Shades Of Grey soundtrack a cloying misanthropy hangs over this music.

In the narratives the Weeknd tells, falling in love is shit or pointless: girls are seduced often/ Often/ Girl I do this often. A troubling murmuring of misogyny in the lyrics sometimes get very audible indeed( House full of pros that specialise in the ho-ing ), though a counterargument could be made that Tesfaye seems to think humen are no great shakes, either. As a narrator, he is frequently the Other Guy( Hes what you want/ Im what you need ), a brilliant charmer who might nonetheless try to persuade girls out of their clothes by queasier means( Take a glass You wanna be high for this ). He writes a great deal about drug use. If love or affection is admitted to, it will generally be a love felt under the influence, as in the recent single Starboy, a partnerships with Daft Punk that broke global streaming records on its release in September.

His lyrics paint a vivid picture of a man, and not an especially easy one, and outside his hotel room in Rotterdam, I start to imagine the worst for our interview. Tesfaye sat behind a screen, perhaps, or in a turned-away chair. Dialogue in riddles, or in monosyllables.

Youre not quite what I was expecting, I tell Tesfaye, who with a, Come, go brought along me inside his room and directed me to sit on the bed. Weve shaken hands a few more hours than custom dictates, and now he is fussing at the minibar, fetching water and apologising for changing the hour of the interview. I wanted us to have space for a proper conversation, he tells. While he tries out perches around the room other side of the bed, windowsill, wheely chair, armchair I get a good look at him. He is stocky, 5ft 7in, his arms buried nearly to the elbow in the pockets of a hoodie, with a youthful, big-cheeked, bearded face under a dark baseball cap. Tesfaye lifts it off to show his newly shorn hair. The dreadlocks went off a few weeks ago, he explains in a soft voice, on the situate of the video for Starboy. Sleeping was get difficult, and in a more general route he missed being able to wear anonymising hats. Able to conceal under a cap for the first time in years that day, he tells, I suppose I felt a single tear come down my cheek. He giggles, and again when constructing reference to his height( Guessing about putting lifts in my sneakers ). In apparent reference to his on-off girlfriend, the model Bella Hadid, who is 6ft in heels, he adds, Guess Ive been hanging out with too many supermodels.

I explain that, although Ive been listening to his music on and off for years, I know very little about him, other than what seems to be confessed to in the ballads. Why dont I put forward a few things that, from the lyrics, I think I know to be true, and you tell me if Im right?

Sure.

One. Youre supremely self-confident.

He believes. Uhhh in the music, yes.

And in life?

I mean, were all insecure, arent we? Im not walking around like Im macho man or anything. Writing lyrics, Tesfaye tells, is like an escape sometimes. You see whats going on in the real world. And sometimes, you go into your own world, where you create whats going on.

Two. You bloody love your .

Tesfaye pops his eyebrows , nods half a dozen days and says eventually that he dibbles and dabbles and whatnot. Everything in moderation, he insists. When I had nothing to do but stimulate music, it was very heavy. Drugs were a crutch for me. There were songs on my first record that were seven minutes long, rambling whatever thoughts I was having when I was under the influence at the time. I cant consider myself doing that now.

Three. How to put this: you have a complicated relationship with women.

Yeah. The nod again. Uh. Yeah. I entail in life what relationship is easy?

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At the O2 Arena in November 2013. Photograph: Gus Stewart/ Redferns

This seems a cop-out. Does he ever listen back to a lyric of his, for instance, and find it callous? Oh, for sure. But Tesfaye says the things that might stimulate him wince tend to have been written when he was younger, greener. The intellect of a 19 -year-old is very different from the mind of a 26 -year-old. You grow. You get into better relationships. You experience more, meet more people, better people. But when youre in a dark pit, at an earlier phase in your life you write about the mindset youre in at that moment.

But say youre out somewhere, with your girlfriend, or a female friend, or a favourite aunt, and one of those ways comes on the speakers. Would you want to apologise? I dont guess Id ever apologise for music I construct , no, Tesfaye tells. But there are sadness in my life, of course. And you write about it. Was there ever a squeamishness in having your mother hear some of these lyrics? For sure. Definitely. But at the same period I believe she was just happy I wasnt dead, wasnt in jail.

There was a chance of that? Dead or in jail? He puffs out a breath, entailing yes.

He grew up in Scarborough, a suburbium of Toronto, the only infant of Ethiopian immigrants who divided shortly after he was born, in 1990. Tesfaye was close to his mother. A great mama, very protective, very cultured. His maternal grandmother was around, but otherwise Tesfayes mother was by herself. She was working three, four chores. Single-mother jobs. The way you see in the movies.

He has a habit of reaching for film references to represent his phases.( He once likened his youth to the movie Kids without the Aids, and tells me his writing method is a Usual Suspects-like borrowing and repurposing of detail .) He says theres a simple reason for this: he was raised in front of a screen. I had to learn everything from TV. He remembers extreme loneliness. I didnt have a father figure in the house. No son around. Just me and my mom. He longed for a sibling. But I didnt want a sister, I wanted a brother . And then Tesfaye snorts. You realise you cant have that.

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With on-off girlfriend model Bella Hadid. Photo: Mike Coppola/ Getty Images

His best friend at school was another Scarborough kid called La Mar Taylor. They smoked weed and discussed cinemas and music. In 2007, at 17, they talked one another into leaving school. What movie am I thinking of, he asks, where he just discontinue?

American Beauty? Yes. Where he merely Tesfaye clicks his fingers fell everything. Some people cant do it, whatever it is, whether its leaving home, ceasing a job, falling out of school. And theyll never know. But for me it was one of those things. I didnt think about it. I did it. They decided to leave home, too. Tesfaye remembers the day he dragged his mattress out of his room and with Taylors help hurl it in the back of a van. He once described his mother watching this moment with the worst look anyone could ever have. She looked at me like she had failed.

The life plan the two sons had constructed was vague. They went on the advantages and rented a one-bedroom apartment in Parkdale, a suburb slightly nearer Toronto. They expended what they had on beverage and drugs( ketamine, cocaine, MDMA, mushrooms, cough syrup ), and otherwise maintained themselves going on food lifted from supermarkets. They hurled parties and pursued women and, if Tesfayes lyrics are to be taken as read, sustained this sometimes by robbing strangers of their shoes.

When he discusses the said period now, Tesfaye builds it sound bleak, a terrible hazard. I could have ruined my whole life by dropping out of school. The outcomes might have been horrible. But he maintains saying he was in a dark place at the time, in a dark hole. Only on drugs, he guessed, could he feel like himself.( From The Hills: When Im fucked up/ Thats the real me .) When I ask if he ever sought therapy or therapy, he twitches and looks at me as if Im making a joke in bad taste. No. Definitely not. I think thats more when youre privileged, you know? Running to a therapist is not something you do when youre growing up as a street kid in Toronto. He wriggles in his seat. Sorry, bro.

When he was 18, there was some sort of near-miss with the law. He wont go into details, but admits to expending nights in jail. As a glimpse of where life might be heading, it was bad enough in order to be allowed to smarten up, to focus. He expands: A plenty of people dont get that second chance. But around that age, you usually get one second opportunity after a slap on the wrist. And you either take the experience and think, This is it, final straw, or you dont. And the next move after that? Its your entire life . You become who you become because of the next move you make.

He moved out of the Parkdale apartment and ricochetted around from girlfriends place to girlfriends place. He got a job folding clothes at an American Apparel store. And he started writing music, initially with the thought that existing pop superstars would buy his material. I was very insecure about my voice, he says. But with encouragement from Taylor and others, he started employing his vocal on tracks. Drugs were no longer a tool merely to party, but to keep him awake for five nights in a row while getting a anthem just right.

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With Ed Sheeran at the Grammy awards in February. Photo: Kevin Mazur/ WireImage

He choice a stage name, slicing an e out of the Weekend to avoid a clash with an established Canadian band, and in October 2010, while working in the stockroom, three of his tunes went on YouTube. By December, theyd become popular enough locally to be played for the enjoyment of customers on the shop floor. I was working my whole life on those songs. Thats how I phrase it to myself. Even if I wasnt working on them, I was working on them.

If you offered even established musicians the Weeknds story of steady progression, over the next few years, I expect theyd take it: three neat acts in which the shirt-folder and street kid ascends with minimal faff and compromise from hero of the Toronto underground, to Republic Records signee and darling of the critics, then mainstream superstar. There were bumps, Tesfaye tells. He talks about a gig at Coachella in 2012, which was meant to be a grand, here-I-come statement to the industry a gig he botched, he says, because he was hammered. Plastered, he tells, explaining: Hennessy.

The studio album that followed in 2013, Kiss Land, was not quite the dealer it was expected to be, and this probably accounted for Tesfayes drift towards a most accessible, chartier sound in the album that did sell, 2015 s Beauty Behind The Madness, which went triple platinum and featured collaborations with acts including Lana Del Rey and Ed Sheeran. He also duetted with Ariana Grande, and if team-ups such as these felt distant from those tortured, drug-smudged tunes that first defined the Weeknds sound, the results were still kind of great.( I for one would not have wanted to miss Framlinghams Sheeran sing gravely about street life in their duet Dark Times .)

With a hitting record to his name( Got that out of the way, he jokes ), Tesfaye now operates a small record label, XO, and has a bargain to be the post-David Beckham face of H& M, and a bodyguard in Big Rob whom he inherited from Britney Spears. He is rich and influential; in acknowledgment of his status here in Holland, person at MTV or at his label has laid out for hotel suites in Rotterdam as well as in Amsterdam, in case caprice lures the entourage back there tonight. A private airplane idles on airport tarmac, waiting to fly him back home to Los Angeles. During the summer, he was in a position to donate $ 250,000 to the Black Lives Matter motion( though he expressly does not would like to speak about this ). Back in Canada, his mother, once hurt so badly, has a new place and a new car.

Do you think that, having wounded your mom as deep as you did, a kind of motive emerged from it? That youd better stimulate something come from it? A hundred per cent, Tesfaye tells, seeming confused. He gets out of his chair and moves to the windowsill. Downtown Rotterdam is illuminated up brightly behind him. He bows his head so I cant see his eyes under the peak of his cap.

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At Radio 1s Big Weekend in May. Photo: Mike Lewis Photography/ Redferns

How about this, he tells, after a while. I couldnt ever go back home without being something. I likely would never have gone back home if That was definitely a big motive. To get back home, and not empty-handed.

Earlier in the afternoon, Id watched as he performed at a rehearsal for the MTV awardings. It was an odd experience, all the performers and extras for the nights demonstrate mixed up together on the arena floor, so that Green Days road crew mingled with a chamber orchestra and a Trump lookalike, and Kings Of Leon strolled among 30 backing dancers wearing red gowns and blindfolds. The Weeknds bit had him seem out of what looked like half a giant golf ball, and from its own position he sang a version of Starboy that, at MTVs request, omitted the swearing.

In his hotel room, I ask: how much would I have to pay you Tesfaye interrupts: To play you some new music? He seems off to the side the former hustler calculate, perhaps, how much the Guardian is likely to be squeezed for. I was going to ask how much would I have to pay him to sing the filthy version of his song at the awardings tonight.

Tesfaye cackles. For a few seconds, I can see hes seduced. Then he sighs and tells no. Its someone elses home, you know? We do listen to some new music, though. At no charge, he plays me a few ways, including a second collaboration with Daft Punk, I Felt It Coming. He says hes trying to decide whether to stance this song as the albums big closer. Sweetly, the guy with 4. 25 m Twitter followers and an industry at his feet asks what Id advise.

Though swearing has been nipped from tonights version of Starboy, the sungs glaring reference to cocaine use will remain in place. Last summertime, Tesfaye managed an even cheekier act of concealing his medications in plain sight where reference is released Cant Feel My Face.( The face in that sung was numb for a reason .) Even as his old misanthropy has been husked from his music, medications have remained elemental to the run, both as subject matter and, as Tesfaye eventually recognise, as fuel.

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At the Juno Awards in April. Photograph: George Pimentel/ Getty Images

Having earlier rejected his use as moderate dibbling and dabbling, he tells me: Ill be completely honest with you. The past couple of albums, I do get back to that. He entails medications as a crutch. Even on this new album. You have writers block. And sometimes youre like, I cant do this sober. He recollects how, back in February, he decided to call off a summer tour in Europe to write the new record. I cancelled it and something happened to my inspiration. I guess it was the weight on my shoulders. Id cancelled a tour a lot of money. I had these notions, but I couldnt put them on wax. If you were a psychologist, youd probably tell me there was stress in my life, taking away from my work.

So what happened? I had to get that little jump. In the studio, out went the weed, the Hennessy, probably a few more things. And the ball started rolling. And then I didnt need it any more.

I ask if theres a dark version of all of this, a version where at some point hes not able not to turn to drugs. Right now, I feel in control, Tesfaye answers, candidly. Where it takes me after, I dont know.

Weve been chatting and listening to music for a while vibing out as Tesfaye calls it. But its getting late and Im aware that hes due on the MTV stage at 10 pm. Its run eight, and when I point out the time, he tells, Shit! But he doesnt make any obvious effort to move, either. He seems to have enjoyed himself , opening up in accordance with the arrangements, he tells, that he hasnt before. I look at the room, he tells. And I guess: this is a tale. This is a song.

So what now, I ask does he make a note of it? Work it up afterwards? Just keep it in my head. You hear a melody develop, too? Yeah, of course. And the next morning, if the ideas good enough, Ill remember it. If it doesnt stay in the mental archive, it wasnt meant to be.

Even though tonight you might go out and get plastered? Yeah.

Youll have lost so much music this way.

Ive lost so much music, he says, sheepishly. All those potential extra hits and Grammys, run! he says.

Starboy is out now on XO/ Island Records.

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