Tag: Self Titled Album

Bound for glory

Ska-punk siren Gwen Stefani is about to go stellar with a debut solo album and a plum role in Martin Scorsese’s The Aviator. But GQ managed to tie her down… By Charlie Porter. Photographs by Marc Hom.

Gwen Stefani is sitting in a Mercedes and she’s fizzing, fast words, few pauses. “The record is ridiculous. It is RI-DI-CU-LOUS.” Ridiculous, in her native Orange County, California speak, appears to be a very good thing. We’re driving away from the photoshoot at an abandoned riverside building in deepest south London, where the basement rooms feel like dungeons and the sparse furniture includes what seems to be a miniature bondage chair, rope knotted tight across its frame. Would she sit on it for GQ? Stefani strides up and straddles it, happy to oblige. Read the rest of this article »

Tunes and ‘Toons

Eric Stefani relishes both worlds-and anonymity by Jennifer Vineyard

I don’t think of my friend Eric as a rock star. If he mentions his sister, he does so in a way you might mention one of your sibs: they’re a part of your life, like it or not. If he talks about music, it’s about how he really wants to hear the Dixieland band at Disneyland again. If he discusses art, he tells you about an animation festival in Pasadena he’s dying to see.

He won’t really talk, much less brag, about his own work-how he was the principal songwriter for No Doubt, how he’s been nominated for a Song of the Year Grammy Award for writing “Don’t Speak” (the awards ceremony is on Wednesday in New York), or how he’s already won an Emmy Award for his work on The Simpsons. Nope, Eric Stefani’s just a nice, normal person. “I’m the same guy I always was,” he demurs. “I just like music and art.” Read the rest of this article »