M.I.A. is now officially overexposed, but this Pitchfork interview is fascinating (via Chapati Mystery). A musician with something real to say: she’s making some PR flack very happy right now. She’s the anti-Anna Kournikova, with a story that’s more substantial than her stage presence.
She highlights the perils of highlights:
I have brown bits in my hair, and my Mom was practically on her knees screaming, “Nooo! You have to dye your hair before you leave the house or I’ll kill myself!” I’d be like, “What are you freaking out about?” and she’d explain the Tamil Tiger girls have been in the jungle for so long that their hair goes brown, and if you walk out like this, you’re going to get shot because people will think you’re a Tamil Tiger girl…”
Why bikes are banned in LTTE-controlled areas of Sri Lanka:
Bicycles are banned, gasoline’s banned, there’s no motor transportation… because they think you can use the inner bicycle tubes to make landmines. They banned rubber bands, so the Tigers apparently used inner tubes to make rubber bands. So they banned the whole bicycle! And that, to a Sri Lankan, is the main mode of transport…
Her dad is a Dylan fan, and terrorist is too crude a label:
When I watch President Bush on the telly going, we need to fight the axis of evil and kill these terrorists by all means necessary, I just go, “Shit, poor Dad.” In the 70s all he wanted to do was be a revolutionary like Bob Dylan. He had idealistic views about changing the world for the better and fighting for people who don’t have a voice— the same thing that Bob Dylan wanted to do. Now, he’s like this straight-up, evil terrorist; a gunned masked man with a semi-automatic ready to take down and behead people. It’s not like that; it’s really not. It’s so much more complex. They’ve made a cartoon character out of a terrorist…
Sri Lankans really just want to be Jamaican:
The main area where Sri Lankans moved into in London is called Tooting, which was also a real big ragga section ‘cause there was loads of Jamaicans there, too. So all the Sri Lankan kids that came over that were slightly a bit on the edge soon adapted ragga culture. If you go to Tooting now, you can still find that— you wouldn’t be able to tell a Sri Lankan from a Jamaican. It’s really weird— Sri Lankans find coming to England and talking with a Jamaican patois accent is easier than learning the Queen’s English…
I’ve got to track me down some Bishi. Is she weirder than Anjali?
… the [producer] that came through first was Mackey. He was DJing at some party and I went up to him and said, “Hi, I’m Maya and I’ve done this song and you might think it’s weird, but I know you can’t say it’s really weird because I’ve seen you at some other club and you put on this girl called Bishi, who’s an Asian wonderwoman who sang classical music over jungle and that shit is weird even for me, so if you get that, you fucking will get this, trust me!”…
On how personal her music is:
… the thing that I was finding difficult was making an album that sounded like a sketchbook. As an artist, most of the work that I rate is in my sketchbook. The way people always view making an album in the music industry is so sterile— I wanted to make a really sketchy, mad thing come together…When you come from England, people feel so shortchanged all the time. They always talk about getting charged so much money for something that people really haven’t put their heart and soul into. I always feel like I do it the other way. My mom is exactly the same way. She’s a seamstress and she puts her heart and soul into [something], and takes four days and do this amazing thing and then she’ll just charge however much it cost her in gas to drive to that person and deliver it…
On performing while drunk, and the buzz in America:
On October 31, I did Hollertronix in Philadelphia… I thought, “I sound so terrible and I’m so not confident on stage right now”, ‘cause I was really drunk and totally out of breath, everything was wrong, and yet they were still freaking out! That’s when I went back to XL in London and said, “Something weird is happening in America— you need to really look at it…”… [The British] don’t have an arena [for] the tempo of my songs. There are no clubs that play reggaeton, baile funk, dancehall all in the same room. They just don’t dance there. They stare! Or they get really pissed, rock out to a guitar band, and then come home. How do you get British people in a room and make them dance to bloody reggaeton? That’s like a 10-year program to me.
Your parents never think you’ve hit it big until you’re in India-West:
… the Tamil paper gave me like two pages and they said, [thick East Indian accent] “This girl, we have not heard her, but they are all talking about her…” So my Mom read that in Tamil and was like, “Awww, you make music, huh?”



