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Continued from page 22 By 2012, Cooper was Allen again, and tweeting about a tentative return to the studio – with longtime collaborator Greg Kurstin – for Album # 3. Along the way, she also got married to a builder and decorator named Sam Cooper, with whom she has had two daughters, Ethel Mary, nearly 3, and Marnie Rose, 1. Before Sheezus was completed, she cut a cover of Keane's hit "Somewhere Only We Know" for the John Lewis department store's Christmas 2013 commercial. It rocketed the MIA artist right back to the #1 position on the English charts, followed by "Hard Out Here," which climbed to #9. Out of nowhere, Allen was back, with two songs in the Top 10, simultaneously. Sheezus – with a sly cover shot depicting the singer with a pack of corgis, in a sly wink to the Queen of England – finally streeted this May. And she's already building the foundation of its followup. Today, she admits that she prefers some of the starker, more sonically-adventurous cuts from the Sheezus deluxe-edition bonus disc, like "Who Do You Love?," "Miserable Without Your Love," and the ultimate f-ckoff to snooping gossip hounds, "Wind Your Neck In" (naturally, the Keane track is included). Word even circulated that Allen was displeased with Sheezus, proper, in retrospect. "But that's not true," she clarifies. "I would never have delivered an album if I didn't stand by it, and I do stand by it. But it's kind of a weird record for me, because I was all over the place, hormonally. I was pregnant, and then pregnant again with another baby, and then not pregnant, and my hormones were going crazy. So it's a little schizophrenic, but I love it for those reasons. "The problems I've had with the album was the release schedule, and their choice of singles," she continues. "With different record companies in different countries releasing different singles at different times. It was a little confused, and that's not usually how I like to present myself. But I think that's probably because of the state of the industry right now." What's going on in the music biz, exactly? Allen sighs, pauses, gets ready to unleash holy hell. "No one's got a fucking clue what they're doing," she says of modern execs. "And I got sick of having conversations with people who were pretending that they do. So it's like 'You know what? Here's the music. Do what you want with it. I'm going to go back into the studio.' And until I'm out of a deal, that's my only choice. So all I can do is keep writing songs, keep handing them over, and just hope for the best. But to be honest, commercial success isn't really what interests me anymore. As long as people buy tickets 24 illinoisentertainer.com october 2014 to my concerts and enjoy themselves, then that's all that counts." Allen's stage persona is more sobering now. At least a tad. She appeared at a New York concert recently, dressed in a baggy jumper embroidered with her name, Lily, on the front, draped over a skirt inlaid with baby bottles, not decapitated forest fauna. Her daughters, she purrs, "are my guides, really – everything I do is for them. And not just in a financial way. I think it's really important to set an example to your kids that you have to work hard in this life. And not just because it puts a roof over your head and food on your table, but because you need it for your own moral fiber. If you're handed something on a plate or you're entitled in this world, you just end up being a very unhappy person. And believe me, I know a lot of them. So both myself and my husband are totally dedicated – not only to each other – but to our work and our children. And I hope that we can carry on that tradition." The mom hopes she'll set a good example for young female fans, as well. Especially in an era when role models are few and far between, varying from R&B performers like Rihanna jiggling her up-close derriere in videos to shallow "XFactor"/"American Idol" parrots who chirp other composer's songs with an exaggerated sense of entitlement. Allen wants to say something, but she catches herself. "I, uhh, can't really comment on any of that stuff," she says quietly, taking the trash-free high road. "It has nothing to do with me. Rihanna shakes her ass in front of a camera because she's got a great ass, and that's what she wants to do. And I don't think it's somebody pulling her strings and telling her to do that, you know? I know when I'm on photo