Thursday, August 31, 2006
My video for "Lose Control" will premiere on Yahoo! at Midnight on September 1st (TONIGHT). So after you watch the VMA's stay up a little while longer and be the first to catch a glimpse of the video. Hope y'all like it and enjoy it as much as I enjoyed making it!
Holla at ya damn self!
NEW YORK (August 31, 2006) --Kevin Federline is gearing up for the release of his debut album "Playing with Fire."
The release date for the album is October 31, 2006. In support of his debut album, Kevin is set to make an appearance as the lead guest and performer for the "in studio" season premiere of the Ellen Degeneres Show airing September 6.
Kevin, in conjunction with his manager Dan Dymtrow started his own record label, Federation Records. They recently landed a distribution deal with powerhouse entertainment company Sony BMG for North America and Canada. Kevin's debut album will be the first official album to be released on Federation/BMG Records. He also is re-launching his official website on September 5.
Kevin recently completed the music video for "Lose Control" at Pure night club in Las Vegas. The video is set to premiere on Yahoo! Friday, September 1.
Kevin also was recently featured on the covers of Item and Steppin' Out magazines. In addition, he is the new face of Five Star Vintage clothing company.
As previously reported, Kevin also has landed a role on the critically acclaimed #1 CBS hit drama CSI: Crime Scene Investigation.
"I'm very excited about all of the opportunities that are being presented to me at this time that will allow for me to grow as an artist and please my fans," Kevin said.
Fans can get more info about Kevin Federline on his myspace page.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Kevin Federline started up his own record label to release his debut album, Playing With Fire, and now the new rapper has a distribution deal to help it along. K-Fed just signed on with Sony BMG for the North American release of the album, now due October 31. Federline is also set to perform on "The Ellen DeGeneres Show" on September 6.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Saturday, August 26, 2006
As Federline tells PEOPLE while on the set of the CBS show, "This is pretty much my first time acting. It's the first time I've actually had a speaking role." He adds that the offer came about quickly. "I was doing stuff for the Teen Choice Awards," he says, "and got the call while we were rehearsing and I pissed in my pants! I was excited right off the bat. It's the only show that I really, really watch."
Federline, 28, started shooting his part in Los Angeles on Thursday night. He will play a menacing, arrogant teen who harasses investigators Nick Stokes (George Eads) and Warrick Brown (Gary Dourdan) on a job. The episode is tentatively scheduled to air in October.
Fans of Federline and his wife, Britney Spears, 24, may remember their last foray into broadcast TV – their own reality show, Britney & Kevin: Chaotic, which aired on UPN in 2005. But to take on CSI, Federline will rely on his instincts. "I just read the script," he says. "They told me they wanted it to be more of a natural thing that comes to me."
Earlier in the day, the CSI producers announced another star addition to their lineup: Grammy Award-winning singer-songwriter John Mayer, who will make a cameo in the two-part season premiere, airing Sept. 21 and 28. In a scene set in a Las Vegas nightclub, Mayer will sing his single "Waiting On the World to Change" and "Slow Dancing in a Burning Room," both tracks off his third studio album, Continuum.
Federline's first album, Playing with Fire, will drop in October, but he gave a glimpse of it at the Teen Choice Awards, where he performed the track "Lose Yourself." Afterward, he told PEOPLE, "I'm happy. I think I pulled if off pretty well. September 5, we're launching the video. There's a lot of good things going around here."
For more of Kevin Federline’s exclusive interview with PEOPLE and a sneak peek at his CSI episode, pick up next week’s issue of PEOPLE, on newsstands Sept. 1.
Friday, August 25, 2006
How did I get them?
I work part time at a fancy schmancy hotel downtown. I work with the caterers serving at private and public functions. Sometimes I'm working conferences, sit down meals, in the restaurant, etc. Wherever they need me I fill in spots. A couple of months ago I was working a private music industry event with about 40 tables. Execs, some artists, label people, all those kinds of people. My section had Britney Spears and Kevin Federline. In situations like this, we're expected to do the usual catering thing, pick up plates after they are done, bring water and wine, pretty much just do anything that they need without talking their ear off or getting in celebrities faces. It does not however say anything about how I am supposed to discard their food when they have me pick up their leftovers.
That night there was a big buffet style dinner where everyone could go up and grab whatever they liked. Everything from 4 star style entrees to deep fried goodness. As you can see, they weren't eating high class that night.
The sandwich is an egg salad sandwich with tomato and lettuce on wheat bread. Britney ate the other half, and had a few bites of this half before being done with it. The sandwich compressed a bit during the vacuum sealing, but it's all there. A sandwich that was eaten by Britney Spears
Kevin Federline had a few things to eat that night, but the only leftover item I managed to pick up from him was this corn dog. Kevin had two bites of the corndog and then set it down. Later I went to clear their plates with it, and as I was picking up the plate Britney picked it up really quick giggled and said "I can't let that go to waste" and quickly took a big bite off of the stick end of the corn dog. I was still standing there holding the plate, not quite sure what to do because Britney Spears was stealing corn dogs off the plate I was pulling away. She finished her bite and put it back on the plate I was holding and said "thanks!".
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Thursday, August 24, 2006
Thanks to everyone who watched the Teen Choice Awards! I hope you liked it. That was just the beginning...
If you live here in LA, call KIIS FM & Power 106 and tell them to play my song! All the rest of you...call your local radio stations and request "Lose Control"
So what does Kevin think of his music debut? "I think it went pretty well for a first time performance...it only gets better... with time, I'm sure people will see a drastic change with what's happening"
Of course after that performance of "Lose Control" featuring lyrics like "Don't hate cuz I'm a superstar" and "I'm in a whole other tax bracket," one would think Mr. Spears comes off as less than humble, something Seacrest pressed him on.
"That's just my lifestyle, I'm just speaking about what's been going on the last two years ... I'm a humble person, I could go back to bread and butter."
Other tidbits Kevin revealed: His income vs. Britney's is 20/80, he has a guest spot on an upcoming episode of "CSI," Britney doesn't miss the spotlight, and he admits the release of the cringe-worthy "PopoZao" was premature. You think?
Kevin Federline is profiled in the September issue of GQ—on newsstands now. Here, in a GQ.com exclusive, we invite you to sit down to breakfast with Federline and his buddies after an early-morning interview at the Los Angeles radio station Power 106.
Kevin Federline poses for photos with the radio crew—including the producer and the engineer—before declaring himself “famished.” The morning went well, he says, and he seems to be breathing easier. “Big Boy sat there and closed his eyes and listened to every word of ‘America’s Most Hated,’ ” Federline says. “That means a lot. He was feelin’ it. He didn’t have to say anything. I observe all of that shit.” Federline and his friends pile into his new truck, a grey Dodge Viper SRT10 with tinted windows (he left the Ferrari at home for fear it might rain), and head out for breakfast at Vivian’s, a nearby brunch spot that may or may not be owned by King of Queens actress Leah Remini’s parents. Once seated, Federline fiddles with his Sidekick while his friends, looking over the menu, debate the question:
JIMMY: The fucking mother of Leah Remini owns it.
JIMMY: Leah. Remini. Her mom owns this place.
EDDIE: No. This is Spanish shit. How much do you want to bet on it?
JIMMY: Ask the lady when she gets here.
EDDIE: No, let’s put a bet on it.
JIMMY: All I’m saying is that Leah Remini is involved somehow.
[The waiter comes over.]
JIMMY: What is the name of the owner of this establishment?
JIMMY: Is it somehow involved with Leah Remini? Her parents, right?
FEDERLINE: Who cares? Order your fucking drink, dammit.
EDDIE: Can I get an Arnold Palmer?
(Eddie is sort of right—the restaurant is half-owned by Leah Remini's husband.)
Though Federline’s album release is still months away, he has already made several promotional appearances—for which he’s reportedly been paid $10,000 a pop—including a recent stop at Pure, the nightclub at Caesars in Vegas, where some people gave Federline the finger, though Federline doesn’t recall it that way from up in the glass booth. “They were feeling it,” he says, picking at a double order of turkey bacon. “I’m learning what I gotta do to get people hyped up. It doesn’t matter even if they’re not dancing, as long as they’re bobbing their head and as long as it looks like a mosh pit down there.” Federline took Jimmy and Eddie with him to Vegas. “I don’t want to show up and be sitting in a booth and have everyone staring,” he says. “Like it’s just me and my old lady sitting up there like, ‘Hey, how you doin’?’ ”
Federline has begun thinking ahead to his own tour, which he hopes will feel—backstage, anyway—like the vibe on his first big job as a backup dancer for Pink. (Eddie hired him for that gig, by the way. “I seen Kevin, and he had braids, and I’m like, ‘Yeah, that’s him.’ White guy, braids—he had a look.”) “We did not have no drama on Pink’s tour,” Federline says. “We fucking went in, did our shit—when it was time to work it was time to work, and when it was time to play we played hard.”
“It’s the company you keep,” says Big Mike, who up until now has been silent. Big Mike has been Britney’s bodyguard for eight years, and he’s one of Federline’s best friends; he’s also roommates with Jimmy and Eddie. “I was living with them before she and I got together,” Federline says.
“Everything’s a cycle,” Eddie adds.
GQ: What’s good here?
JIMMY AND EDDIE: Everything.
JIMMY: We said it at the same time. The chicken melt’s bangin’. The pancakes are bangin’. Turkey bacon. All the breakfasts.
WAITRESS [to Jimmy]: Ma’am?
FEDERLINE: She called you ma’am.
[Federline’s cell phone buzzes, and he walks away from the table.]
GQ: Where did you all meet?
JIMMY: I grew up with Kevin. We danced together. I knew him when I was real young. Then a couple years went by, and then I got to know him more when I was 16. And then we hung out a lot when we moved out here. Then he went on tour with Eddie and our other best friend Marty. Marty lived in a quadruplex apartment, and me and Kevin moved in.
EDDIE: The P Palace.
JIMMY: The P Palace.
GQ: Why did you call it the P Palace?
JIMMY: The Pimp Palace.
EDDIE: The Pimp Palace, because it was so packed. We taught dance class—
JIMMY: The hot spot.
EDDIE:—so the afterparty from class was always at our house.
GQ: What about the neighbors?
JIMMY: There was a woman, she was on medication, so at night, after eight o’clock, she was gone. We’d come home from the clubs, and we’d blast the music at four in the morning. Just like blowin’ out, dude. It would always be cool. People above us would have loud-ass parties. Everybody just vibed together.
[Federline comes back.]
GQ: Kevin, when you go on tour, will you dance in your show?
FEDERLINE: Uh, a little bit. Some stuff. Won’t be full-out choreography like it was when I was dancing, dancing. But I’ll have some constructive chaos. That’s what I want my show to be. I gotta get some fucking girl dancers that can go up there and really rock it, though. That’ll be great. That’s where Eddie could fuckin’ help me out.
FEDERLINE: Picking out the girl dancers, dude.
EDDIE: That’s gonna be an all-out audition search. We’ll hold your audition like a Janet audition. You want to see propaganda, watch. You’re gonna really see the hype.
GQ: Tell me about Vegas.
FEDERLINE: It was wild, dude. They had a red carpet there. I did some interviews with Extra and E!—I have to get the tape.
EDDIE: You see it? It was good.
FEDERLINE: It was?
JIMMY: We got it TiVo’d.
GQ: What was the crowd like?
FEDERLINE: There was a majority of women there. I mean, I’ve gone to those places quite a few times, and I’ve never seen… There are always girls there, but not like this. The ratio of girl to guy was crazy. The show was on Friday. I slept all day Saturday. I got up in the morning and went and gambled Saturday morning.
GQ: What’s your game?
FEDERLINE: Craps. And it was crap this time, too. Big time.
DAN: Craps is awful.
JIMMY: The rooms were dope. I think we gotta stay at Caesars next time.
EDDIE: I love the W. But the size of the rooms is gonna be small.
GQ: What do you guys remember about that first Pink tour you did together?
EDDIE: The first tour? I think that was like the best time of my life. One of my best times, besides working for Janet. Hell, yeah. We went through a lot, dude.
FEDERLINE: Pink, dude—that was my favorite tour ever.
EDDIE: Because she was just a great artist to work for. When the artist makes the environment great to come to work every day, you want to wake up and work. She was just the greatest. Nobody like—as far as being humble, real grounded… And you could see what she’s been through. She doesn’t hide it. The best part of that whole Pink tour was that Domino’s Pizza delivery guy coming to the crib.
FEDERLINE [laughing]: What about when we went to Melbourne, Australia? I’d been awake—I can’t fly on planes, so I’m up for like fifteen hours. I’m drinking on the plane, trying to relax, and by the time we get there, I’m wasted. I have to go through security check. I was the only one picked out of the whole group. They dragged me in there and did a security check, because I looked so fucked-up. My face was pale, my hair was just—I was gone.
JIMMY: Are we sure we want to let this guy into the country?
FEDERLINE: So we’re on our way to the hotel. As soon as we got off the plane and I went through security, I had to throw up, because I was fucking finished. I’d been up for too long drinking.
EDDIE: You’re scared of flying.
JIMMY: That’s an understatement.
FEDERLINE: We’re on our way to the hotel, and Pink’s like, “You guys gonna be downstairs in thirty minutes. I got a surprise for you.” I’m like, Fuck, I don’t know if I’m gonna make it. She’s bitching me out. I went upstairs and got in the shower for as long as I could and just like, I don’t think I’m gonna make it, I don’t think I’m gonna make it—walking downstairs with a headache. She’s sitting at the bar, dude. It’s like fucking nine thirty in the morning over there, and they’re pouring us Patrón shots. She’s like, “Drink this—you’re not gonna want to have a hangover all day.” So we get in the van and drive all the way to the fucking middle of nowhere. We get there, dude, and she takes us on a safari on horseback. It was dope. She paid for all of us. Eddie, this guy right here, he doesn’t know that he’s allergic to horses. We get on the fucking horse, we ride for two hours. We’re up in the middle of the hills chasing kangaroos and shit, and this dude starts breaking out—his face is swelling up.
EDDIE: My nose looked like that ketchup. I was fucking done.
GQ: What did you do the rest of the day?
EDDIE: Sneeze and cry, sneeze and cry.
GQ: Jimmy, were you on the tour as well?
JIMMY: No, I was on tour with Mandy Moore at the time.
GQ: What’s life on the road like?
EDDIE: Hard. You do show, show, show, day off, show, travel day, show, show, show. It varies. But a new act, they try to compress it: fifty-one dates with Sundays off. You might be in a different city every day. Once you finish that show, you’re on the road and you wake up in the next city.
FEDERLINE: The bus is the best thing invented for tours. I love the tour bus.
GQ: You guys like to make bets, I hear.
JIMMY: We used to bet on Ping-Pong.
FEDERLINE: That’s what started it. And this fool had a Sega Dreamcast, and we were playing NBA 2K on it, and everybody was hustling me on tour.
JIMMY: He was the worst.
FEDERLINE: They had been on tour playing, and I was the worst, and everybody was hustling me out of my fucking per diem every week and shit.
JIMMY: He was the new guy on the bus—we had to! It’s like college.
FEDERLINE: I was getting pissed. So whenever these fools would be off doing other stuff, I’d sit up playing until I made sure I got good, and finally I got to where I fuckin’ took everybody’s per diem.
FEDERLINE: Then Marty comes in with his dice. We gambled so much that we couldn’t gamble for money anymore. It wasn’t fun, you know what I mean? It was like, “We gotta do something better. We gotta start creating stunts.” So we got these fools jumping off the roof into the trees and jumping off the roof onto the plastic chairs.
EDDIE: Which comes back to the Domino’s Pizza guy.
GQ: What happened with the Domino’s guy?
FEDERLINE: So I lost at Ping-Pong, right, and we ordered Domino’s pizza, and they told me whenever the dude rang the bell, I had to get it, open up the pizza box, take a big old piece of the pizza, and slap it in my face.
JIMMY: It sounds sort of random, but it was hilarious.
FEDERLINE: I took like half of the pizza, and I smacked it on the side of my face. I didn’t think about how hot it was. Dude, I had this shit—the cheese was in my ear, burning in my fucking ear! So I’m looking at the Domino’s dude, and the guy is looking at me like, You’re a crazy fuck, what are you doing?
EDDIE [imitating the Domino’s guy]: How much is that gonna be?
$13.98? Oh, that smells good. Wham!
FEDERLINE: It was hilarious.
EDDIE: We have it on video. There’s gotta be the DVD bonus features.
JIMMY [to Federline]: You working with Jason later?
GQ: Who is Jason?
FEDERLINE: My trainer. He’s gone right now. He’s in Virginia. That’s another fool’s been stealing my cigarettes. He comes right into the house. You know, I leave my cigarettes in the bathroom. He always knows, and he’ll look through the drawers, and he’ll find the packs that aren’t even opened. He puts them all in his pockets. I always know when he takes them, because he’ll leave me one cigarette. He does it on purpose.
JIMMY: That’s messed up.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
On the eve of his album launch, Kevin Federline would like you to know that he's more than a baby-daddying, Venti-buying, Britney Spears-mooching goofball.
It's 7:30 A.M. on a Friday in late April, and Kevin Federline sits in the Burbank studio of Power 106 - "Where Hip-Hop Lives." He's a guest on Big Boy's Neighborhood, the drive-time morning show hosted by Big Boy and his sidekicks, Tattoo (who has ink across his forehead announcing I SLEPT WITH SHAQ) and Luscious Liz. Big Boy sits in front of a large touch-screen monitor that he uses to call up his playlist, and at a table opposite him, Federline, wearing his white-on-white Nike Air Force 1's and a T-shirt that reads HOLLA @ YO DAMN SELF, samples liberally from a tub of red rope licorice.
Federline's manager, Dan Dymtrow, whom Federline affectionately refers to as Dumb Dan and "that little leprechaun," crouches in the background alongside Federline's childhood buddy Jimmy, who is videotaping the proceedings. Jimmy's been recording for months, in the studio and on trips to Vegas (when Federline made a promotional appearance at the Vegas nightclub Pure, Jimmy tells me, "there was a line of bitches two football fields long"), and Federline's planning to use the footage in a making-of DVD that will be packaged with his debut rap album, Playing With Fire. Another friend, Eddie, sits in the hallway with Federline's bodyguard, Big Mike. When I ask if his friends call him K-Fed, Federline says, "Hell no. They know I'd slap the shit out of them if they ever called me that." Still, "that's how society relates to me," he concedes, and he seems to have worked out his own logic regarding the powers of branding. "It's not like I'm gonna sit there and tell everybody, "Don't call me K-Fed' - then everybody's gonna want to call me K-Fed. Run with what they know."
Federline had been invited to Power 106 months ago, when his first single, "PopoZao," a very misguided big of Brazilian funk, was released on the Internet. He wisely declined. "They had an agenda to bash me on the air," he says, whereas today "we're only talking about the music."
This morning is the world premiere of Federline's single "America's Most Hated." He posted the song on his MySpace page a week ago, and it has been downloaded a million times, but Federline sees this morning's visit as its legit debut. "I came across your MySpace page last night," Luscious Liz says on-air. "The music was actually pretty good." It's not exactly a compliment, but Federline smiles proudly. During a commercial break, Tat asks Federline about his shoes. The most he has ever spent on a pair of sneakers, Federline says, is $1,500, though he's never worn them - they hang on the wall in his closet "like a piece of art."
After twenty more minutes of not talking about music, it appears that Big Boy is finally ready to play "America's Most Hated." The song comes on and Federline begins to smile, but then Big Boy turns it off after a few seconds. Federline sits up in his chair and looks worriedly at his manager. "Do you know what the Hat of Forbidden Questions is?" Big Boy asks, pulling a green felt hat from beneath his desk. "If you do fifteen questions, we'll go ahead and play the song in its entirety." Federline smirks and leans way back in his chair again. Question number one: "If Britney Spears gave you a pass for a threesome, who would you bring into the bedroom?" Federline hesitates before blurting out, "Old girl in Sin City." (Jessica Alba.) The next two questions require less thought.
"If you and Justin Timberlake were in a fight, who would win?" "I would." "When you smoke, do you use a pipe or papers?" "Both."
Now Big Boy takes a deep breath and slides his chair in toward the soundboard. "Kevin Federline," he says, "if I was to make a business card for you right now, what should I put as your job title?"
Federline puts down the licorice he's been gnawing on, and his smile - suspended there between his two diamond earrings - goes serious. "I'm an artist," he says.
Later that evening, Federline meets me in the lobby of the Fairmont Miramar Hotel in Santa Monica, shaking his head and saying, "There's always a tabloid problem." He suggests we go for a drive before dinner so he can lay me his new tracks, and as we pull out the porte cochere he says, "When we first got together, she lived across the street. We used to hide out at the hotel to throw off the paparazzi." ("She," "her," "my wife," "my old lady" - he almost never uses her name.) He pops in a CD and fiddles with the stereo. "I don't know how this shit works," he says. "The car's a rental. We get rentals because the paparazzi know our cars. We're getting a new one tomorrow. This one's been made." He cracks the window and lights up a Marlboro Light. "This song is called 'Rock Star,'" he says.
Over the thumping base Federline tells me, "I know people call me Vanilla Ice." He's stopped reading the tabloids, he says, but he doesn't live in a bubble. He saw the Conan O'Brien sketch in which James Lipton recited the lyrics to "PopoZao" in a dramatic monologue. (Federline loved it, though he doesn't know who James Lipton is.) He was less appreciative of a skit Ashton Kutcher did on Saturday Night Live, a commercial for "Federline briefs: man panties for wiggers." "If you're gonna come at me with some comedy shit, boy, you better come with it real good," he says. "Hopefully, one day I'll get to do a skit about his ass on Saturday Night Live. Maybe that'll be my acting debut." (Yes, he wants to act. Federline told his agents at ICM that he was concentrating on the music, but they recently sent him a script he liked. "I'd be playing a gangster-drug-dealer-type dude," he says. But then he got sick on the day of the audition.)
As for the album, he has been working on it for nearly a year. He recorded some early tracks with Disco D, a 25-year-old wunderkind producer from Michigan. And he's now hooked up with a guy called Bosco, who's worked with Kanye West, and a young artist named Ya Boy, out of the Bay Area. ("Ya Boy," he says. "It's a perfect name. People are like, 'What's your boy's name?' I'm like, 'Ya Boy.' They're like, 'I know he's your boy, but what's his name?' I'm like, 'Ya Boy.'")
He doesn't have a record deal, though he says he's turned down offers. He's looking for a fifty-fifty split, he tells me, one that would get him his own label (which he'd call Federation Records), plus the marketing push of one of the majors - the kind of deal Dr. Dre might get. "Any money they want to give me up front," he says, "I want them to put into the project. We'll make it back together. I'm gonna make so much fucking money on the back end, it's gonna be ridiculous."
His manager - who takes pains to tell me Federline's a perfectionist - gave him a June 1 deadline to complete the album. So Federline sat in the studio and went through forty tracks he'd recorded, trying to narrow them down to the ten or twelve that would make the album. "There's a lot of stuff I want to recut," he says. "I just cut a record last night. I listened to it this morning, and it sounds like I'm reading a piece of paper. I can hear it in my voice." Still, he's confident that he's breaking new ground. "I'm the first white boy bringing the West Coast sound," he says. "It's gonna be huge. I'm doing shit not even Eminem does."
Federline laid down many of the tracks in his home recording studio. That way he could pop in and say hello to the baby. "I spend almost all of my money from Chaotic building the studio," he says. (Chaotic was a five-episode reality show on UPN, Frankensteined together with home videos that he and Britney shot on her Onyx Hotel Tour.) "I don't rely on my wife's money," he says. "I don't get any money from my wife." He tells me he made $2 million on the show, most of which he's spend. The first thing he bought was a $200,000 engagement ring for his wife. Then he spent $350,000 building the home studio. And bought his truck. "I'm almost broke," he says. As for the Ferrari he drives (the one with the brake calipers that say FEDERLINE in place of FERRARI), he and his wife split the cost. "As a man, as a male figure and a father, I wouldn't be happy sitting back and living off my wife's fortune," he goes on. "I have to provide for my family. That's something she's had to learn about me." This sounds honorable enough, and while only the IRS knows for sure whether he's telling the truth, I'm inclined to believe him. It's not exactly hard-core for an aspiring rap star to admit he and his wife went Dutch on the Ferrari.
We pass the jewelry store where he recently bought the gold watch he's wearing. "It's a one-of-a-kind piece," he says. "It's not like I just look for the watch that has the most diamonds or gold. There's watches that they have in there that are worth $150,000 that have no diamonds on them. None at all. There's one, it's got three Roman dudes in it that hit a bell. The first one is for the hour - if it hits twice, it's two o'clock. This whole thing runs with no battery, no nothing. Certain things like that amaze me. Like chess. I love playing chess. I don't know why."
Federline stops at a yellow light, cracks the window, and lights another cigarette. ("This is the worst addiction ever," he'll tell me later, as Jimmy and Eddie and Big Mike get on his case about how much he's smoking. "To me, it's probably the equivalent of someone being addicted to heroin." When Jimmy tells him that he should do hypnosis, Federline agrees. "I'm gonna try that," he says. "Matt Damon did it.") He's not allowed to smoke in the house, and, he says, "I won't smoke around my kids. I never have." When I point out that there are plenty of photos of him smoking in front of his kids, he says, "If I'm outside, I always make sure I watch where the smoke travels in the wind."
He dropped out of high school in the ninth grade. "I had too much beef with people there," he says. "It's not like I was trying to be a badass or anything like that. But everybody hated me for who I was. The jocks didn't understand me. They wanted me to be like that, and I never was. I started dancing when I was 13, and the music was just -" he snaps his fingers - "there." (When he turned 18, Federline got his GED. "I actually got amazing-ass test scores on it," he says. "Not that it's the hardest thing in the world. But especially the math. I got pretty high test scores for the state of California.")
At 17, Federline moved into a one-bedroom apartment in Fresno with a girlfriend. "That's really when I went through the struggles of poverty," he says. "No power, no gas." He talks about his main source of income - what he refers to as "the bad shit" - openly, but then asks that it not be written about explicitly. "Just write criminal mischief," he says, and tells me that the money made from "the bad shit" was supplemented by delivering pizzas.
If not for Jimmy, who's also a dancer, he might never have left Fresno. But after Jimmy found work in a Christina Aguilera video, making more money in four days than Kevin made in a month, Federline packed his bags for Los Angeles. He made $1,200 a week touring as a backup dancer with Pink, plus his per diem, which he often lost betting on video games. It was one of the happiest times in his life, he says, recalling a night in Buffalo, when they toilet-papered the 98 Degrees tour bus, and a flight to Australia, when he sat up drinking Jack and Cokes for fifteen hours straight to deal with the fear of flying. At the airport, Aussie security picked him, alone, out of the crowd, "because I looked so fucked-up." Then he vomited. There were just four dancers on tour, and they were a family, he says. Pink was "one of the homeys. I always got that girl's back." Of her new song, "Stupid Girls," which lampoons celebrity starlets, he shrugs his shoulders: "Controversy sells."
About the time his then girlfriend, Shar Jackson, got pregnant with their first child, Federline booked a gig dancing in Michael Jackson's "You Rock My World" video. He leans in as he describes how one day, after rehearsal, they got a call saying Michael was on his way. "You felt him coming into the room before he even opened the door," he says. "Everybody got quiet. I remember sitting there listening to the buzzing of the lights in the studio. He sits down, crosses his legs, looks at everybody, and is like, 'I want to see it.' He can hear if you're off by your steps. He's the master of that shit." He named his and Shar's second baby Kaleb Michael Jackson Federline.
Not long after that, he was out of work for a year, and Federline stayed home with Shar to raise their baby. "It's like, you just gotta be there for each other," he says. "You gotta have the same commitment to each other. I think a lot of people's problems in Hollywood is ego." Shar was several months pregnant with their second child when Federline left her for Britney, but he defends himself insisting that the child had been planned. "I wanted to have a kid every time that I've had a child," he says. "I always wanted to be a young dad."
"No matter what anybody says about me being a father," he adds, "they have no idea how I am with my kids. That's my number one priority - my children. And it'll always be like that." He is reluctant to discuss the details of that Family Services visit. "You worry about what to do, what not to do, hoping and praying that nothing ever goes wrong. That's part of being a parent. I have faith in myself.I have faith in my wife, and in my other kids' mother, that my children are going to be okay. They're still gonna have to go through the trials in life - they have to. Otherwise, they'll grow up to be spoiled little shits. And that ain't happenin'."
The Federlines were without full-time help for a while and subsequently hired a manny, Perry Taylor, whom tabloids have rumored to be involved with Britney. Federline just wants me to know that he and the old lady are just find, though - that they're like any other first-time parents.
"I'd say she plays mama real well, dude. She's a very good mother. It's like one of those things that comes naturally." As for those photos of her driving with the baby on her lap, he'll defend her to anyone: "You don't know what it's like to be chased by a motorcade of paparazzi. What those magazines don't tell you is that the Starbucks is a minute from the house. If she feels like she gotta take the baby and put him on her lap and get out of there, so be it."
He lights up a cigarette and walks toward the window. "Everyone is moving to Malibu now," he says.
In the past few weeks, things have started to heat up. For one thing, Jay-Z has heard "America's Most Hated." "I think he liked it," Federline says, adding, "I'm trying to get to Atlanta to meet Jermaine Dupri." He's also waiting on a call from Dr. Dre - "You don't call Dre; he'll reach out to you" - and he's asked Snoop to make a cameo. He's hoping to get Damian Marley on a track, and his manager has told him that folks at Sony BMG "lost their shit" when they heard what he's got so far. Federline figures that appearing on his album would be a good career move for any urban artist looking to cross over. "My album's gonna hit the pop market because of my wife," he says.
One of the studio's engineers comes in, puts two fingers to his lips, and makes the international symbol for "Wanna get high?" Federline brushes him off. I ask him how often he smokes pot, and he says, "I'm not talking about that shit." Instead he tells me about the traveling he and the wife have been doing. They were recently in Hawaii after visiting Katrina victims on a goodwill trip to New Orleans. In Hawaii, Federline cut the cornrows. "My old lady was begging me too," he says. "I also got my whole back tattooed up. It took eight hours. It was pretty fucking painful." The tattoo is of a Polynesian tribal belt. "It's like the creation of life," he says. "In the middle, it has a fetus, like a baby sitting like this -" he imitates a baby sitting in silhouette - "and it's got the suns and the ocean and then the stars on my shoulders, right here. It follows my wife-beater line. You can't see it when I'm wearing a wife-beater."
The music ends, and Federline walks toward the stereo, or rather rolls toward it, dragging one leg. "I saved the best shit for last," he tells me. "I just recorded this shit with my wife. It's bangin'. No one's heard this shit yet." Federline wrote the lyrics, and Britney sings the hook: I'm racy/I'm crazy/for loving you/for feeling you.
They recorded it the day before she went to New York to announce her pregnancy on Letterman, which sort of discredits the rumors that she wants out. "People gotta understand I'm working, too," he says. "She's not the only one that has to go do things."
Federline turns the music way up. He bobs his head. He raps along, looking pleased, giving the double middles to no one and, presumably, to everyone. "That's the fourth quarter cleanup right there," he says. "After she gets skinny, we're gonna hit'em with this shit."
In September GQ, Kevin says of it: "If you're gonna come at me with some comedy shit, boy, you better come with it real good," he says. "Hopefully, one day I'll get to do a skit about his ass on Saturday Night Live. Maybe that'll be my acting debut."
"I'm happy," says Federline, whose first album is due in October. "I think I pulled it off pretty well. (But) I'm overly critical of myself."
Federline closed the show with a performance of his song "Lose Control," introduced by his wife, Britney Spears. "This show has been very good to me and my career over the years," Spears said onstage. "And I'm hoping that it will be as good to our next performer."
After the show, Federline tells PEOPLE, "We went straight from there and jumped in the Ferrari and took off. (Britney) was happy, she was proud. … My whole family and everybody was there."
While he says he'd like to improve his stage presence, Federline is looking forward to remaining in the public eye.
"September 5 we're launching the video," he says. "There's a lot of good things going around here."
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Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Fox special up 13 percent in 18-34s, to a 2.6
Kevin Federline, aka Mr. Britney Spears, has been pleading for months that people take him seriously as a rapper. After a surprisingly decent debut performance last night, as judged by critics and viewers, he may just get his wish.
Last night’s “2006 Teen Choice Awards” on Fox averaged a 2.6 adults 18-34 overnight rating, up 13 percent from last year’s 2.3 average. Last year’s special was shown on a Tuesday not a Sunday.
Yesterday’s overnights were delayed several hours due to Nielsen processing errors.
Fox had hyped Federline’s performance in advance, just as many bloggers ridiculed the rapper, who has been a fixture in the tabloids since marrying Spears more than a year ago.
“It wasn't genius but it wasn't half bad either,” proclaimed the Associated Press of Federline, whose performance was introduced by his very pregnant wife.
“Surprisingly, the show-capping performance seems to be mildly well-received, with semi-praise begrudgingly heaped on the rapper for not making the performance the train wreck critics imagined--and maybe hoped for,” writes E! Online’s Gina Serpe.
Also giving the show a boost were multiple awards for the summer’s top film, “Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest.” And a best actress win by Mischa Barton, who was killed off of Fox’s own “The O.C.” last May, also got the fans at the show excited.
Fox won the night among 18-34s, teens and women 18-34, though among the older set, 18-49s, the network ranked just fourth. The awards were up 5 percent year to year, from a 2.0 to a 2.1, in that demo.