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Kylie Minogue Sunday Times interview in full. (Thanks to Darren Nixon)

Kylie Minogue interview: the pop star talks love, regret and new beginnings ahead of playing the Glastonbury ‘legends’ slot

Kylie Minogue is glowing. Of course she is. As the blue-eyed, blonde princess of pop music and golden girl of pop culture, idolised by millions since the 1980s, Minogue, I imagine, floats around in a perpetual state of looking luminous. She has also been dancing in front of our photographer for an afternoon and, as she puts it, “should be glowing after all that make-up!” It’s not just the make-up. On the brink of releasing a new album, the gig of her career, her 51st birthday and with the thrill of a new man, she is happy. “I could say nothing and you could read everything,” she laughs, pointing to her smiling face. “I’ve met someone who I feel good with. It feels right.”

Post-shoot, Minogue sits upright and cross-legged on a sofa in our east London studio, her 5ft frame wrapped in a barely-there slip dress. Much has been written about her dabbles with Botox, something she admitted in 2009, but today she looks beautiful and natural — faint lines on her face, yet still miles younger than 50. She speaks so softly that I strain to hear her and she answers many questions with a giggle. On the surface, dainty and delicate. Underneath, nerves of steel. “None of this was handed to me,” she says, “but this was my destiny. I was meant to do it.”

The first music I remember was a 1989 VHS tape of Kylie’s videos. Aged five, I watched nothing else for months. Fever (2001) and Aphrodite (2010) — the CDs scratched from overuse — made up much of the soundtrack to my clubbing twenties. Interviewing her is an excruciating test, as I attempt to maintain professionalism while trying not to touch her face. (Full disclosure: when we hug at the end, I scream a bit. She doesn’t mind.) But aren’t we all Team Kylie? In 2005, when, at the age of 36, she revealed her breast cancer diagnosis, support from fans and the press came in floods. When her highly public relationships end, it is always her the world sides with. She is, perhaps, the only non-Brit considered a “national treasure” by the tabloids — The Sun ran a campaign in the early Noughties to have her bottom listed as a World Heritage Site on the grounds it was an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty. Brand Kylie has mastered the near impossible: triumphing for three decades, with gold- and platinum-certified records, scandal-free and to global adoration. She’s still considered both a reigning disco diva and a bubbly, Aussie girl next door. Underestimate her at your peril, though. Being Kylie, she says, “takes a lot of work, graft and insecurity — not always what the wrapped-up end product looks like. There have been times when I’ve thought, ‘I just can’t.’ But you’ve got to take the knocks because they’re always coming. It ain’t all roses.” A pause. “But maybe otherwise it wouldn’t be as sweet in the end.”

She values her private life as “precious”, and admits that she has “sacrificed some anonymity”, no doubt because her romances have been tabloid fodder for years. Her most high-profile relationship was with INXS frontman Michael Hutchence from 1989 to 1991. In 1997, long after they broke up, he committed suicide. For four years, she dated the French actor Olivier Martinez, who supported her through her cancer diagnosis and chemotherapy (“Olli was there all the time,” she said in 2006). They broke up in 2007, but were rumoured to have reignited their romance in 2017, claims that she has never addressed. Then there was an engagement to the British actor Joshua Sasse. The two started dating in 2015 and that December she told Desert Island Discs that Sasse, then 28, was “my love”. They announced their engagement in February 2016, but broke up 12 months later; last September, he married an Australian entrepreneur. It strikes me as sad, but her steeliness quickly reappears.

You’ve had your heart broken, I begin. “I don’t know about heartbroken,” she flashes. “I’ve made mistakes.” Such as? “I regret lying to myself. Like, ‘This is OK,’ and doing the merry dance. When that honest bit inside of you knows, but you’re busy covering it up? I regret doing that. It’s not fair on yourself. And yet I think we’ve all been there, we’ve all done it. But I don’t see myself doing it again. I’ve met someone who I feel good with.” She has been dating Paul Solomons, the 45-year-old creative director of British GQ, for just over a year. When talk turns to him, she lights up. “I can feel my face going,” she says. “People say, ‘Your face changes when you talk about him,’ and it does. Happiness. He’s an inspiring, funny, talented guy. He’s got a real-life actual job! It’s lovely.”

Their weekends are generally spent in her Knightsbridge home, watching documentaries on Netflix — “We liked the Ted Bundy Tapes. I was too scared to watch them on my own” — or listening to podcasts — “Have you heard Dear Joan & Jericha [Julia Davis and Vicki Pepperdine’s mock agony-aunt podcast]? I’ve literally creased myself to that, it’s so inappropriate.” He does most of the cooking. “He’s got me cooking too, actually. He’s the first to do that. It can no longer be the family joke that I can’t cook.” Her family are all still in Australia. Her parents, Ron and Carol, worked as an accountant and dancer respectively, and her younger sister, Dannii, followed in Kylie’s showbiz footsteps as a pop star. She also has a younger brother, Brendon. They are a close family who text daily and speak frequently. I imagine they are overprotective about any new boyfriends. Minogue tells me that the first time Solomons met her clan was spending last Christmas with them. “They [already] could tell I was good within myself. They liked him before they met him, and they liked him more after they met him.”

Her Australian accent is still distinctive, but she has lived in London since the early 1990s, when Soho was her stomping ground. “I was really deep in London nightlife back then,” she says. Now, generally, the only time she’s up until the early hours is when she’s on tour. Her last big night out was her 50th birthday party, a year ago, at Chiltern Firehouse, complete with performances by Rick Astley and Jake Shears. “I went to bed at about 5am, but probably had no more than a glass of champagne all night. I was talking and dancing and high on life. The icing on the cake was that I had my special someone to share it with.”

It’s remarkable that Minogue has the stamina to dance until 5am at an age when many women are experiencing the menopause. Indeed, she’s already been there, done that. As is common with younger breast cancer patients, her menopause was medically induced when she had treatment, to suppress her oestrogen levels. On Desert Island Discs, she stated that she would love to start a family. It’s a difficult subject to broach, but I wonder if she feels the chance to have children has passed. “I can definitely relate to that,” she answers. “I was 36 when I had my diagnosis. Realistically, you’re getting to the late side of things. And, while that wasn’t on my agenda at the time, [cancer] changed everything. I don’t want to dwell on it, obviously, but I wonder what that would have been like. Everyone will say there are options, but I don’t know. I’m 50 now, and I’m more at ease with my life. I can’t say there are no regrets, but it would be very hard for me to move on if I classed that as a regret, so I just have to be as philosophical about it as I can. You’ve got to accept where you are and get on with it.”

Born and raised in Melbourne, she attended acting school in her home town and became a superstar at 18 as Charlene in the Australian soap Neighbours. Charlene’s wedding to Jason Donovan’s Scott in 1987 was witnessed by 20m viewers in the UK. Despite no formal singing or dancing training, she left the show to pursue music, and her debut album, Kylie, released in 1988, was No 1 in the UK for six weeks. She has since released 13 more studio albums, as well as dozens of compilation, live and remix records. Next month she is releasing Step Back in Time, her latest greatest hits album. All the big hitters are on there: Spinning Around, I Should Be So Lucky, Confide in Me. She doesn’t have a favourite, but points to Where the Wild Roses Grow (1995) and All the Lovers (2010) — “just glorious”. She had to brace herself, she says, to listen to some of the older tracks. “I recorded Locomotion when I was 18 or 19. I was so young and I felt so young.” She shakes her head in bewilderment.

Minogue has just finished the Golden Tour, six months of shows in Europe and Australia. “I don’t know how much time I’ve got before my showbiz hips and knees start to protest,” she laughs. “They’ll be like, ‘You’ve been treading those boards for a long time, we think you should slow down a bit.’ ” This summer, along with gigs in London, Manchester and even Scarborough, she will take to the Pyramid Stage at Glastonbury in the Sunday afternoon “legends” slot, previously filled by the likes of Dolly Parton, Barry Gibb and Lionel Richie. It is particularly poignant as she was set to perform there in 2005, but her cancer diagnosis meant that she had to pull out. She sang at the festival in 2010, as a guest of the Scissor Sisters, but has never performed solo. “I’m bound to cry,” she says. On stage? “It’s going to happen. When I was meant to be there, I watched it from Australia. I was dealing with much bigger things back then, but when I’m there it will take me back to when I wasn’t there. But I’ll work through that.”

She confirms there will be guests joining her on stage, but won’t tell me who. Dolce & Gabbana designed the Greek goddess-inspired costumes for her Aphrodite: Les Folies tour in 2011, but her on-stage style now is “more human, more real”. “But even Elvis had a few diamantés on him,” she continues. “Come on! I’m thinking of it as a big sing-along. It’s daytime, so you can’t have the lights, effects and lasers that I normally have. I think the simplicity is part of what makes that slot so magical. Dolly Parton just walked on out. Lionel Richie just walked on out. I mean, I’ll sashay on out.”

Minogue’s manager then intervenes. The car is waiting and the star has somewhere to be. “I keep threatening my team that I’m going to retire,” she winks, safe in the knowledge that there are decades left of her career. And, with that, she sashays out. Glowing.

Step Back in Time is released on June 28

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thatgangstalivvv · 4 years

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texas → hawaii

Ready, set, y'all.

I grew up all over the world. I was born in Belleville, Illinois but moved to HighRidge Missouri & I lived there until I was about 4 years old. In 1999 my pops decided to join the Air Force & it changed my life for the better.

His first duty station was Holloman Air Force Base in Alamogordo, New Mexico. There was nothing there, like nothing. However, I was young as shit & didn't know but I made the best of it. After NM, we moved to Misawa, Japan. BY FAR the coldest damn place I have ever lived, but it was super fun & I enjoyed living there & eating the best Japanese food! In 2007 we left Japan & moved to the United Kingdom, where I started High School in 2009. My middle school days were shit, but I met my best pal Peyton Ryan Lewis in middle school so I guess it was okay.

Fast forward 4 years to when we moved BACK to Misawa, Japan. I had to start all over again & to make matters worse, we moved in the middle of my Junior Year in High School. Do you know how fucking awkward that is? Trying make new friends when you are 16/17 years old. SHIT SUCKED. but I'm alive so whateva.

2013 BAM. Graduated. Now we get into the deeper shit-hole called my life.

I got into this stupid ass relationship with some stupid boy & he treated me like shit. --- were still in 2013 guys--- I was this dumb naive girl that thought that everything he said he meant *insert rolling eye emoji* * insert slapping the shit out of some dumb girl emoji* Anyways, we dated for about 2 years until we decided to get married. SHOCKING, I know. In August of 2014 I left Japan & flew to Long Beach, California leaving my parents for the very first time EVER. I cried a lot. It was the worse pain of my life, I hated seeing my mom like that.

When I landed in California I had to met/spend time with people that I had never met before in my life. Shit was weird, but I thought I was in love. Two weeks later my stupid fiancé landed in California and we got married on September 18, 2014. It was wild, but I looked cute. Maybe a week after that we packed up the Ford Fusion and I mean packed & drove 13-17 hours to fucking Mountain Home, Idaho. Once we got there, everything was good, we got dogs together Luke and Leia, went on dates, we seemed happy, until we weren't. A WHOLE 11 MONTHS LATER. We ended up getting divorced on get this September 18, 2015 fucking insane right? Well I told my parents & my dad flew to my rescue & we drove the 27 hours to San Antonio, Texas in a Penske truck with Luke directly in the middle 11 months old. Pretty Ironic.

When we got to Texas the first thing I did was hug my mother & unpack & then job search. My ex husband hated the idea of me working at hooters or twin peaks so guess what? I GOT HIRED AT MOTHER FUCKING TWIN PEAKS! Once I realized that I wasn't making enough money to support my shopping addiction and traveling I had to get a big girl job again (bleh) so I went back into child care which was my first job once I graduated High School, I always loved kids so I was like “why not?” WELL. These bitches didn't want to give me enough hours and so I had to take a break on my shopping & trips for a while, well for the whole year that I worked there.

In October my roommate wanted to go job searching for bartending gigs, and she decided that the best spot would be Downtown San Antonio.We walked into this place called Coyote Ugly & this girl Dayan was working the day shift at the time that we walked in. She handed us an application and I sad “no thank you, just my friend here.” & my roommate begged me to audition with her. I agreed, but I was hella annoyed with her and NOT in the mood to go back later that night at 9PM.

9PM rolls around and Kendyll & I are walking in to Coyote Ugly about the embarrass the fuck out of ourselves. We hop on the bar & to my surprise I am LOVING it! I was having the best time of my life. & the end of the night she tells us that she can only hire one of us & I wasn't worried about it, but I definitely wanted the job after dancing on the bar! When the GM called me and told me that I was hired I was so happy! I couldn't wait to start my new job! I quit my job at the CDC and was making the best money! I stayed with the company for 3 years, got offered so many opportunities from the company such as traveling to different locations and working for special occasions like the CMAs in Nashville & Mardi Gras in New Orleans. Getting selected for the 2020 Calendar was the highlight of my time working there & appearing the nationwide commercial.

In 2017 I got married again to a guy I met on tinder. It was stupid. Didn’t last. Nothing more to that story.

Present Day Sluts

in November of 2019 I packed up my shit & my dog Luke & moved to Hawaii to be around friends that I have known forever after living in San Antonio & Japan.

I have the best boyfriend in the world after being real life friends for about 5 years & I have never been happier. Hawaii is fucking gorgeous and Luke is living life making all the new dog friends! I can't see myself anywhere else but on an island drinking daiquiris and getting bronzed.

Well now you're caught the hell up on my life,

Mahalo hoes.

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sibreeze88 · 7 years

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Not your average girl🤷

First off I am not a writer, I am a hairstylist by day & a fox saving ninja by night! 🦊🌜 Hehe, ok maybe I fabricated the whole fox saving part, but it still sounded pretty cool, did it not?! Ok, moving on, I am not a writer, but I've been told that my writings/poems are pretty good for someone whose passion is in the hair industry & not journalism. Ever since the left brain/right brain theory transpired in the early 60's, I've always thought of myself as a right brained gal, seeing as I tend to be more on the artistic(slash)creative side of the spectrum. It is also in my nature to be quite intuitive💆☪; I've been known to possess very holistic way of thinking🔮🌿& no surprise here, I never grew out of my wild, & child-like imagination🤹😁. On the contrary, just like the title of this random rant points out; I am not your average girl... 💣💥I'm sure you didn't see that coming; now did ya!? So only to confuse your warm, gooey brains some more, just as I consider myself "neutral" when it comes to my skin's undertone; which is neither warm nor cold, but in between therefore I'm a little bit of both, I in turn have the same suspicion with both halves of my brains hemisphere's. Undoubtedly I uphold the title in my family as being the most imaginative & pretty much the secret love child of Picasso himself 🎨🖼but I'm also very much considered "amber dexterous" when it comes to being in perfect harmony with both halves of my squishy smart box, so to speak. According to this guy named Sperry, your left side of your brain is responsible for your, • logic, • linear thinking, & • sense of realism. Basically the left hemisphere is where my writing derives from, but when my left & my right intermingle with each other that's when the real magic happens, the sparks fly & "creative writing" is like the fetus that is extracted from the two's spiritual love sess. And if you think my writing is phenomenal then you should see my work behind my chair in the salon. Friends & clients of mine have pointed out that I have this captivated glow in my eyes, the look that only a true artist has when they're creative juices start flowing rapidly, flooding all five natural senses & pumping hundreds of ideas a minute through their nervous system. I'm flabbergasted when I'm told this. My creativity is what fuels my life's work. I eat, drink, & breath hair. This business/career was running through my veins before I was even born, I just knew there was a reasoning behind my self given bang choppage when I was 8, I invented the unnecessarily short grunge fringe long before 2007, long before it was even considered to be stylish! Haha, I will forever be reminded of that incident thanks to 3rd grade yearbook photos 📸🤦

Moving on, another virtue that makes me stand out from the rest of the women my age, & something you would probably never hypothesize is that I call a 1987 Cruise Air 2 RV my full time residence. Yes, you heard that right, I get to wake up & go to sleep in a new part of town almost everyday out of the week; (even though that part isn't by choice, its solely because of the laws our oh so wonderful, "here for the people" government put into effect. But that is a topic I will touch on later in a different post here on my blog). So anywho when people first hear of my out of the ordinary situation alot of the time I am asked, "why?" Or I get the blank stare of disbelief, as if I would conjure up such a wild story just for simple amusement. I know this context is titled "not your average girl", but it amazes me that most of today's society hasn't grasped onto the fact that we live in an unconventional time, in which my generation (The Millennials) with our optimistic attitude that is geared towards change in the government & our out of the box thinking are disfavored & pretty much shunned. So the way I commit to living my life may not be how you would choose to live yours but thats what keeps life interesting. If everyone were exactly the same, in every way or aspect of their life then that would be extremely mundane & I believe we'd all go a little coo coo 👀. Moving on because I need to wrap this post up so you can get back to your unique & very "you" lifestyle, I was dealt a very unlucky hand at birth, my childhood consisting of more traumatic & shocking experiences & my teenage years full of bad choices & risky behavior that ended up with me visiting juvenile detention by the time I was 12 & running away every other weekend when I was 13 & 14, until my mother & her new husband kicked me out of the house when I was 15 (or rather they let me leave & chose not to run after me that time).

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