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ethioobserver cannot accept any responsibility or liability for any actions taken (or not taken) as a result of reading the material displayed. " In a darkened soundstage on the outskirts of London, Abel Tesfaye is wondering if he can say "fuck" or not."I don't know how many it actually was, but it felt like a million," Tesfaye says. "Apparently, Drake wasn't even fucking with it at first," Tesfaye says today."Oliver was the one vouching for me."The then-anonymous Tesfaye declined all interviews.When I tell him he's not what I expected, he nods."When people meet me, they say that I'm really kind — contrary to a lot of my music."When talking about his art and his career, Tesfaye is blessed with a towering self-confidence and has no hesitation about declaring his own greatness.Cash is a first-generation Iranian-Canadian sweetheart who occasionally yells things into the phone like, "You may as well bend me over a table, bro!"; Sal is a courtly charmer who grew up in Beirut during the Lebanese civil war and now dates a former Miss USA.
But even then, few would have pegged Tesfaye for the global superstar he is now — least of all him. "At the time, I thought I'd be a punk star — grow my hair out, acne on my face, super-fucking-skinny.Since starting this promo tour a week ago, he's been to Las Vegas, Paris, Berlin and now London. A press-shy Ethiopian kid from Toronto who has given only a handful of interviews, he has cultivated a near-mythical image as a bed-hopping, pill-popping, chart-topping cipher.The cold caught up with him yesterday, during a signing for 500 squealing fans at the Oxford Circus HMV. "We live in an era when everything is so excessive, I think it's refreshing for everybody to be like, ' Who the fuck is this guy? "I think that's why my career is going to be so long: Because I haven't given people everything."Spend just five minutes with him, though, and he reveals himself: sweet, soft-spoken, surprisingly earnest.The views and opinions of the authors expressed herein do not necessarily state or reflect ethioobserver position.ethioobserver does not exercise any editorial control over the information therein.
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