Jessie Ware’s Working on Being a Working Mom

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If I were a baby, my ideal baby situation might just be sitting on the floor of a Brooklyn photo studio and watching Jessie Ware (in this scenario, Ware is my mom) twirl in a Céline outfit. In this scenario, should the mood strike, it would be perfectly acceptable to break free from Dad (Ware’s husband, Sam Burrows) and crawl right onto the photo scrim mid-shoot. Nobody would care that Ware’s daughter was now in the photo or that she’d left little dirty handprints on the fabric. In fact, the toddler gate-crashing would seem to elicit a communal ovary throb from every person in the room, regardless of gender

“She just needs to see momma,” Ware says, and bends down to scoop up her awestruck 14-month-old daughter, then dance her around to an obscure disco track.

All around, it’s an above-average Take Your Daughter to Work Day. Ware, a low-key clotheshorse, is happy to shed her Steve Jobs tendencies — “I’d have the same jumper and black trousers for every day of the week” — and is dancing freely to a soundtrack of NxWorries and other compulsively Shazam-able songs. New York is the penultimate stop on a mini-tour in support of Glasshouses, her most recent album. For fans, it’s been a teaser, a chance to get a glimpse of the self-possessed and soulful performances she’ll give on her world tour in 2018. For Ware, it’s been a helpful glimpse of life as a working mom.

“I had this very idealistic idea of how I was going to be able to be the best mother and I was also gonna make the best record of my life, of my career, and it’s all gonna be brilliant,” she explains later, once she’s returned home to London. “Now I feel kinda drained. I think I’m still adjusting to the balance of being kind of a mum and a singer.” She’s finally taking a break, living in sweats and watching football while the baby naps and dry-cleaning goes forgotten.

“I spoke to other mothers and they were like, Yeah, welcome to motherhood. It’s like guilt and gin. That’s what I’ve learned about motherhood,” she says with a laugh.

Ware is still learning. But, she says, having her first child (a daughter, whose name she prefers to keep unpublished) has already influenced her in ways she didn’t expect. When Ware released her first album, Devotion, in 2012, the 33-year-old British singer quickly became known for writing slow-burning love songs for, as she puts it, “People who like to feel like there’s jeopardy in love.” Her songs are about euphoria and melancholia; they’re anti-schmaltzy songs for people who prefer their relationship status “unrequited,” or at the very least “complicated.”

When Ware first emerged as a musician, her style was as important as her music. Both visually and aurally, Ware was the lovechild of Sade and Annie Lennox: big gold hoops, turtlenecks, sharp, tailored suits. “I loved always wearing big hoops. It made me not feel like a British person,” Ware laughs. “I think to me what was very important at the beginning was having a very strong sense of identity to help me with my nerves and my confidence.” She sang about feelings with the same composure and restraint that she brought to getting dressed — lots of angles and distance.

These days, “The hoops got a little smaller, which I’m sad to say. The suits have gotten a little bit more chic. I wear jeans now.”

Ware was pregnant while recording parts of the new album, her third, which came out earlier this year. Suddenly, she explains, she was filled with “all these different emotions.” “I had new kinds of love to talk about, and stories,” she says, “I was completely overwhelmed and tired and scared and excited. [My daughter] was kinda the muse of this record.”

Instead of disappointing relationships or fractured hearts, she sings about the guilty feelings that come along with being a mom on “Thinking About You.” On “First Time,” the relationship frustrations are about not having enough time for moments together. On “Sam,” she gets an assist from Ed Sheeran, who helps her write her most vulnerable song yet: Recorded when she was eight-and-a-half months pregnant, it’s a tribute to her husband and to her own desire to be a mother. “I wouldn’t have had the balls to write that kind of chorus on my own,” she says. (“And I hope I’m as brave as my mother / Wondering what kind of mother will I be? / I hope she knows that I found a man far from my father / Sam, my baby, and me.”)

This is not to say Ware has embraced schmaltz. Her fans can rest easy. Even while singing about some pretty gooey stuff, she’s kept in check by her own cheeky self-awareness. (It’s a trait perhaps best displayed on her podcast, Table Manners, where she grills friends like Sheeran and Benny Blanco,while they eat meals her mother whips up for them.) That self-awareness that means she’ll be able to keep from crying during live performances of “Sam” — even if the rest of us can’t.

Production Credits:
Photos by Samantha Casolari.
Styled by Rebecca Ramsey.
Produced by Biel Parklee.
Hair by Kayla MiChele using Massage Organics at Document Beauty.
Makeup by Georgi Sandev at the Wall Group.
Photography Assistant: Christopher Connoll. Fashion Assistant: Indya Brown.

Jessie Ware’s Daughter Is Her Muse