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Then I prove upwardly at Grimes'southward firm on a Tuesday afternoon. Grimes's real name is Claire Boucher, and she answers to Grimes or Claire, or even better, c, as in the speed of light. But always since she began dating the richest human in all of human civilisation, and especially since she had a child with him in May 2020—a male child they call X Æ A-12, which she pronounces "10 A.I. Archangel," or 10 for short—she'southward had to learn to make peace with much of the globe erasing her identity as one of the by decade's near fearless, adventurous solo artists and coming to know her, get-go and foremost, every bit Elon Musk's girlfriend.
For a person who has spent her entire life flinging herself at the world and making art out of the combustions, her new being has required some adjusting. Discretion does not come up naturally to her. Last year, someone posted a vii-minute mash-upwards on YouTube titled "Grimes oversharing in interviews compilation." "She has no filter—what is in her mind comes out her mouth," says Liv Boeree, a former World Series of Poker star and trained astrophysicist, whom Grimes met through Musk and savage madly in friendship with after a marathon conversation nearly bogus intelligence. "I discover information technology so refreshing and exhilarating, simply plainly it causes her trouble."
Once upon a time, this was part of Grimes's charm, but now an errant remark could follow her kid for life, or crater Tesla'due south stock, or tip off people virtually where she lives. Doxers and stalkers and paparazzi are nothing new for her—she's a female person pop star in 2022—but these are people trying to outmaneuver the guy who runs Tesla and SpaceX (and founded the Wearisome Visitor and Neuralink). They track his private jet and post its location on Twitter. They swarm his factories with drones. Once they notice him, they find her soon plenty, so they notice X.
"Nosotros movement and move and move," she'll tell me subsequently, "because people proceed finding where we live."
Grimes opens the front door wearing a double-layered cream and blackness shirt, made by a Korean designer friend'southward characterization, with the word algorithm stitched in red on the neckband and cuffs. She invites me in with a cheerful hello, then apologizes for the spartan conditions. She'south merely just moved into this house, which belongs to friends. X is with his father until tomorrow, and then the business firm is dim and silent.
We settle into a cozy nook off the entryway, the one room she's had fourth dimension to Grimes up with some anime-inspired decor she purchased during a wee-hours Ambien-fueled spree on Etsy. For the adjacent four hours, as she and I split a 6-pack of some local craft beer and get slowly buzzed because nosotros're both lightweights, Princess Mononoke glowers at me from a sparse blanket backside her on the couch. Covering the flooring is an enormous Expiry Note carpet, based on a gory 2006–2007 Japanese anime TV serial about a teenager who tin dictate the time and way of anyone's death by writing it down in a book. (It'south on Netflix.) Death Note is the chief inspiration for Grimes'southward recent single "Shinigami Eyes," as well as the video costarring her pal Jennie from Blackpink. "I similar making friends with demons," Grimes chants in her demon-baby singing voice. "Yous need special optics to run across 'em."
Grimes is an invigorating hang. Time flies around her in nonlinear fashion. Art and ideas are her power source, and her free energy is infectious. She speaks so fast, in a unique Esperanto of academic theory, Silicon Valley 3.0 futurism, and club-kid slang. At ane point she hops upwardly to show me her new tattoo, a serial of milky-white slashes on her upper torso meant to expect like alien scars. Yet for someone who might be from another planet, she's remarkably down-to-world. For someone who'due south so excited about A.I., she sure does love the visitor of people.
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PHOTOGRAPHS BY STEVEN KLEIN. STYLED BY PATTI WILSON.About 15 minutes later on we sit down to discuss her new music, a "space opera" due this spring-ish tentatively called Book 1, I hear what sounds vaguely like a lone cry from an babe upstairs. I think I notice Grimes wince, but I say nothing and motion on. Could be annihilation.
Another few minutes pass. But as I'm about to bring up one of Book 1'due south highlights, a presently-to-be-ubiquitous banger chosen "Sci-Fi" that she cowrote with The Weeknd and his longtime producer Illangelo, I hear it over again. This time it'south multiple cries, and it'southward unmistakable. I've got two kids. That's a babe. And I can tell by the frozen look on my host's face up that she heard it too. So I brace myself to ask the strangest question of my career: Practise you accept another baby in your life, Grimes?
Her trunk clenches and she looks away.
"I'm non at liberty to speak on these things," she begins, so all in a tumble she says: "Whatever is going on with family stuff, I just feel like kids need to stay out of information technology, and 10 is merely out there. I mean, I retrieve E is really seeing him as a protégé and bringing him to everything and stuff.… X is out there. His situation is similar that. But, yes, I don't know."
She's rattled, and I'thousand mortified by even accidentally making a adult female—a new female parent, no less—experience exposed and vulnerable. I suggest nosotros break for a moment to discuss the surreal professional person ideals at play, which are that I can't pretend I don't know she'due south got a secret infant with the world's wealthiest man hiding upstairs. Specially when she invited me hither. Information technology's a calming period that breaks with a sitcom punch line: full-blown baby screams upstairs, followed past the voice of a woman pleading SHH. Now we both start laughing.
Did she really call up I wasn't going to hear a babe?
Grimes merely shakes her caput. "She'due south a little colicky too." She laughs again and buries her face in her hands. "I don't know. I don't know what I was thinking."
Congratulations to Grimes and Elon Musk on the birth of their second child together! Information technology'southward a girl!
You probably have some questions.
When Grimes was pregnant with X in 2020, she had a clear sense of the boy he'd turn out to be. "I just had a vibe," she says. "I was like, 'I feel like he's going to be a peaceful giant.' " She was right.
Grimes, meanwhile, used to go called "waifish" so often in profiles that she railed against information technology in a viral 2013 Tumblr post. The terminal month of her pregnancy with X, she couldn't walk. "He was pressing on my nerves, and then I kept collapsing," she says. "I took a few steps and collapsed. It was kind of scary, considering you don't want to fall a lot when you're eight months pregnant. So I would just clamber to the bathroom and crawl dorsum or whatever." At one signal during the pregnancy, she thought she was dying. "Like, I hemorrhaged. It was scary." She and Musk wanted more than kids, but she feared serious complications.
Last fall, though, Musk appeared to ostend rumors that they'd split upwards. "Grimes and I are, I'd say, probably semi-separated," he told Time, which named him its 2021 Person of the Twelvemonth. He chalked this upwardly to busy careers in distant cities. He was spending more fourth dimension in Texas, where SpaceX operates its Starbase complex and Tesla is opening a new Gigafactory. Grimes was bunkered in Los Angeles with X and working on Volume 1. Effectually the time of her girl'south birth in December, though, she relocated full fourth dimension to Austin, and that's where I'm meeting her—on a sleepy neighborhood cul-de-sac 15 minutes from downtown, less than an hr by individual jet from Starbase, and a brusque drive from the Tesla factory.
Shut followers of Grimes on social media may think that she was definitely not pregnant during the latter months of 2021. She and Musk used a surrogate this time, which in combination with the pandemic enabled them to continue their daughter a underground, right up until Y shared the news only now on her own.
That'southward what they phone call her, by the way: Y. She'due south got a full name, but this doesn't seem like the moment to ask for it. If today's excitement turns out to be how the world learns that X has a little sister, well, at least Grimes did information technology her fashion.
So, expect—are Grimes and Musk notwithstanding together?
Yes. No. What do you hateful by "together"?
"There'southward no existent word for information technology," she begins. "I would probably refer to him as my boyfriend, but we're very fluid. We live in divide houses. We're best friends. Nosotros see each other all the fourth dimension…. We simply accept our ain thing going on, and I don't expect other people to understand information technology." What matters, I offer, is that they're happy. So are they? "Yes," she says. "This is the best it's ever been.... Nosotros just demand to be costless." They plan to take more children as well. "We've always wanted at least three or four."
Grimes was a musical autodidact who went viral in 2010 with some of the very start songs she made on GarageBand, then spent a decade creating every unmarried note in a male-dominated industry, no matter how much unrequested help men kept offer. She connected with Musk through Twitter in 2018, which is how he discovered they'd made the same pun almost a night theory of A.I.-authorized torture called Roko's basilisk. (He tweeted "Rococo basilisk"; years earlier, she'd made a music video featuring a character called Rococo Basilisk.) While the earth was huddled indoors, Tesla took off similar a BFR—that's an inside joke for the SpaceX junkies in the house—sending Musk's internet worth into the stratosphere, and he seemed to delight in provoking his trolls. For Grimes, the dent to her reputation has been real. Overnight, a chunk of her core constituency—the internet—turned on her. She was no longer a revolutionary. She was Marie Antoinette.
"I feel really trapped between ii worlds," Grimes tells me. "I used to be so far left that I went through a period of living without currency, living outside." This was during and after college at McGill University in Montreal. One time she and a boyfriend ran afoul of the police in Minnesota as they tried to sail a houseboat they'd built out of actual junk down the Mississippi River. The law impounded the boat and sent them on their way. During her kickoff shows every bit Grimes, she'd sleep in a tent when she couldn't afford a hotel. She's 34, at present, though, with a job and two kids. "I mean, when people say I'thousand a class traitor that is non…an inaccurate description," she admits. "I was deeply from the far left and I converted to being essentially a capitalist Democrat. A lot of people are understandably upset."
We're approaching hour iii of talking, and beer iii. Y is sound comatose upstairs.
"Only at the same time…" I can physically observe her brain cells maxim screw information technology. "Like, bro wouldn't even get a new mattress." This was back when they were both living in Los Angeles. Her side of the mattress had a pigsty in it. When she raised the issue, he suggested they replace his mattress with the one at her house. The mattresses are fine now. Still: "Bro does non alive like a billionaire. Bro lives at times below the poverty line. To the betoken where I was like, can nosotros not live in a very insecure $40,000 house? Where the neighbors, like, film us, and there's no security, and I'm eating peanut butter for viii days in a row?" She is well enlightened that many see Musk as some embodiment of luxurious excess, and Grimes is here to tell y'all she fuckin' wishes.
This home in Austin could be whatever house in any upscale neighborhood. Information technology'southward got a gorgeous view of the Colorado River in the dorsum and a tiny pool that she has no plans to use because she's non a big fan of sun. It's a squeamish house. It's no Versailles.
"I'grand not super into amenities," she says. "But, um, I demand nutrition and stuff."
Grimes frequently describes her music as "post-internet," considering the entire history of audio is but a click abroad, from Ix Inch Nails to Hildegard von Bingen'southward 12th-century chanting and Stravinsky to Mariah Carey's daunting octaves, gear up for her to pluck, bend, shape, and morph. If you autumn into the category of people who'd never heard of her until she met Musk, 2015's "Kill V. Maim," one of the biggest hits off her 4th anthology, Fine art Angels, is the perfect 4-minute crash grade. It's a pulsing, menacing trip the light fantastic-punk rager, told from the perspective of Michael Corleone in The Godfather Role II, merely in the Grimes remix, he'southward a genderfluid vampire wrestling with a moral conundrum. Just your garden-diversity pop disquisition on the nature of man and the inexorable pull toward brutality and chaos. "Impale V. Maim" has been streamed 72 one thousand thousand times on Spotify alone. Decades from at present, information technology'll still audio like a revolution.
Book 1 remains a piece of work in progress, only the fifteen songs Grimes has got and so far stand for her most adventurous piece of work yet, each song its own planet of sound—well-baked California popular, club shakers, arena anthems, ethereal requiems, "fairycore." The album takes identify in the distant future, at a stage of technological advancement when you tin can upload your consciousness into a robotic trunk and essentially live forever as a Cymek, in the parlance of scientific discipline-fiction aficionados. ("I feel like Jeff Bezos is gonna exist a Cymek," says Grimes.) Her space opera's antihero is a Cymek she calls "the nighttime male monarch," the world'southward greatest engineer, whom Grimes featured in the video for her recent unmarried "Role player of Games." Past the fourth dimension our story begins, he's pushing 10,000.
Grimes is withal hammering out the plot, but one key thread is a kind of cyberpunk spin on Swan Lake. There's a white swan (an exaggerated version of Grimes—the dark king's dream daughter, a simulated courtesan who grows weary of being a muse) and there's a black swan (an A.I. menace who wreaks havoc in the simulation), except in Grimes'southward feminist reboot, the swans ditch the Cymek, fall in love, and fight for each other instead. From there it gets kind of complicated. "Despite all my rage / I am nonetheless but a doll in a muzzle," she sings, paying homage to Baton Corgan of the Cracking Pumpkins, heroes of her wilding teens.
Book 1 is Grimes's Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness, with a hint of Lemonade, and information technology was partly inspired past a theory of Musk's: that she's a simulation. "Nosotros keep having this conversation where Due east's like, 'Are yous real? Or are we living in my memory, and you're like a synthesized companion that was created to be my companion hither?' " If this sounds like he'south request her if she'due south a virtual pleasure bot, that'southward non (entirely) what he means. Anyhow, she says, she's never felt entirely real herself: "The degree to which I feel engineered to accept been this, like, perfect companion is crazy."
Does she mean the perfect companion for him specifically?
"Yes. Even just studying astrophysics and neuroscience. And it'southward actually annoying because people remember I'm an airhead who went to art school." (She actually wanted to, but it was likewise expensive.)
A chat with Grimes can be like staring at a Tokyo subway map when you lot don't speak Japanese. She's always using scientific terms and alluding to heady concepts, so checking with me to make certain I know what they mean considering usually I practice not. If there'due south an airhead in this room, it's not her.
"Practice y'all know what a protopia is?" No. (A state of gradual progress toward utopia.)
"Constructive altruism?" I hateful, I know what those words hateful. (Using data analysis to maximize resource deployment to help others.)
"The Overton window?" I thought so, just I looked it upwardly while she was in the bathroom and I was wrong. (The spectrum of accepted discourse and achievable ideas.)
"What about neuroplasticity?" Now I'm worried she just thinks I'm stupid.
Grimes was raised equally a strict Catholic, which she struggled with, though she loved the spectacle of church. The Erstwhile Testament was similar an ultraviolent blockbuster. Biblical manga. She spent year one of the pandemic taking care of X and plunging downwards a rabbit hole of Homer, Herodotus, the Anglo-Saxon Relate, the Icelandic sagas. An thought began to form: a infinite opera near the galaxy-altering events unfolding before her optics, in which she has become an unwitting participant. A honey story well-nigh some epic stuff. The hereafter of culture. False protopia. The dawn of artistic A.I. Terraforming Mars. Here was a gilt opportunity to pry open that Overton window, Grimes-fashion. "The idea of the female Herodotus," she says, "almost doesn't exist."
Grimes isn't just the narrator, though. She'due south too a principal grapheme, and over the grade of written history, her archetype—the lover, the siren, the mistress—hasn't been treated with much respect. Book 1 alludes to Athena, Calypso, Persephone, the blackness swan, Anne Boleyn, courtesans, concubines, geishas. "These weren't just hot girls," she says. "They were the smartest girls, some of the most educated women of their time." They painted, sang, designed their own clothing. They were the Grimeses of their 24-hour interval.
And so they got written into history as some rich guy'southward sidepiece. "I ate my cake / I lost my head / Villain of the internet," Grimes sings on a Police-inflected rail from Book 1 chosen "Marie Antoinette 2077." "I'1000 super inspired by the way women get pulled into orbits in this style," she tells me. "At that place's this weird dismissal of them. These are some of the most interesting characters in history to me, and they're so demeaned…. I feel similar the most radical thing I could do correct now is merely become Marie Antoinette." She considers information technology for a second. "Infamy is kind of fun."
She quickly adds that she doesn't want this to become all most Musk. She says information technology often during our conversations, and she's referring to this article, just she could just as hands be referring to her life. The culture took sides on Grimes from the moment the couple appeared at the Met gala in 2018; their incongruous outfits, her looking similar an interstellar Elvira, him wearing a prim white jacket, became an instant mismatch meme. Her Instagram mentions turned into a cesspool. She'd get on social media and defend herself. Estimate how that went.
"Information technology killed me at commencement," she says now. "I spent 10 years fucking producing, writing, technology, every unmarried fucking thing on my own. And I fucking proved myself." Her friends are even so furious on her behalf, more for the erasing than the hating. "It frustrates me because she's as brilliant as him," says Boeree. "When I run into her referred to as the significant other of some other person, it's similar, Oh, come on."
Over the years, Grimes has slyly rebelled. She let the paparazzi take hold of her in a Dune-inspired bodysuit and leggings while ostentatiously reading The Communist Manifesto. She lampooned her cyber-nymph persona by posting her "cocky-care regimen" on Instagram. ("I spend 2–iv hours in my impecuniousness tank, this allows me to 'astro-glide' to other dimensions—past, present, and future.") Almost half of the pop-culture galaxy thought she was serious. Until the day she dies on Mars, legitimate media outlets volition be reporting that she had experimental surgery to remove blue light from her visual spectrum.
In other words, rebellion didn't work.
Grimes also started to feel unexpectedly conflicted virtually her role in this theater. For i thing, she liked being Musk'south girlfriend. She knows she's going to get slaughtered for saying this, just: "Personally, I don't think 'manic pixie dream girl' is an insult. I exactly place with all of those terms. I sympathize it's supposed to exist a critique of certain things, but then I challenge that critique." She began to reject what she calls "this misplaced idea of feminism of, like, I demand to be my ain thing, I demand to exist split." She has kids with Musk. "Separate" is off the tabular array for good. "There is no way to extricate myself," she says now. And then she did what artists do: She turned her golden cage into source textile.
According to her little blood brother Mac, the Bouchers' babyhood in Vancouver was like Stranger Things minus the Demogorgon. Kids in about every firm on the street. Clandestine clubs in the basement. Bikes. Vancouver is likewise a port city, though, with lots of criminal offense and pretty much every drug that enters Canada. By high schoolhouse, they had more or less graduated from Stranger Things to Euphoria.
"I was similar a mix of Jules and Rue," Grimes says, referring to the Euphoria characters played by Hunter Schafer and Zendaya, respectively. "That sounds about right," says Mac.
In other words, she was a hyper-smart, thrill-seeking, gender-exploring fourth dimension bomb whose hobbies included rejecting commercialism, partying likewise hard, and dancing until sunrise, though Mac notes she was also an overachieving straight-A student, politically radical, and deeply involved with what was then chosen the Gay/Directly Alliance. She tried LSD for the first time when she was 13 and has lost multiple friends to opiate overdoses. She would pay for drugs by doing homework for Taiwanese loan sharks. Mac, who is ii years younger, got involved in sports instead, and he sounds nearly amazed that he was the younger sibling. She was always doing what he calls "dumb Claire shit." He asks if she told me nearly the houseboat. Yeah, she did. "That was ane of the beginning adult choices she made."
The Euphoria stage was less about defiance, Grimes says, and more nigh Deoxyribonucleic acid, particularly that of her grandfather on her father's side, whom she describes as "crazy" and "jarringly unwoke." "My grandpa is hard equally fuck," she says. He grew up in poverty. "Super antiestablishment. Teach yourself. Don't rely on other people to teach you lot annihilation." She says he taught her how to shoot guns when she was six. Grimes'due south parents divorced when she was around 11, and her female parent married a human being with two sons, bringing her brother count to four. Her grandpa nursed her competitive burn down. You gonna let your brothers defeat you? Being outnumbered by the boys has never phased her since. She says he taught her to drive a standard manual by instructing her to contrary the car to the border of a cliff. If she lets the motorcar curlicue backward, she says, recalling it now, "we're literally going to die."
She won't be forcing teenage X to pop a clutch or dice trying. He'll be in a self-driving Tesla, presumably. And anyway, she won't have to thrust Ten and Y into fell tests of their mettle. Only being the children of Grimes and Elon Musk will be plenty of a barrage, and the shields never seem to hold.
"It'due south going to be hard for them," she says, "in a unlike way."
Grimes's granddad is still alive and however lives like a hermit in remote British Columbia. One time he gave her some professional person feedback: Y'all really need to sex it up. You should be more like Miley Cyrus. "He was like, 'Your career is going to be way better if you lot commencement showing more peel,' " she recalls. "I was like, 'Grandpa.' "
Grimes'due south get-go tape was a Dune-inspired concept anthology called Geidi Primes, a reference to the militaristic planet ruled in the recent movie by an enormous Stellan Skarsgård. (She dubbed herself Grimes because MySpace allowed her to acquaintance herself with 3 musical genres, and she liked the name "crud," then a nascent British music scene.) Her father read Frank Herbert's book to her when she was 4. She loved it. At one Met gala, she cornered Sting, who starred in David Lynch's much-derided accommodation, and freaked him out with a heavy dose of Dune fangirling.
For years Grimes harbored a dream of directing her own adaptation of Dune, with the more problematic colonialist elements scrubbed out, but when she heard about Denis Villeneuve'south two-function blockbuster, she fangirled all again and signed on to help with the rollout, originally scheduled for November 2020. ("I was basically an influencer.") And and then, she adds, she got canceled from Dune because of the Communist Manifesto thing. She was crestfallen, but she understood. "In that location are things that are deeply non woke in the Dune universe," she says, so the studio had to exist extra-cautious, and she was far from indispensable.
When she finally saw the movie, she realized to her astonishment that this story she'd adored since she was far likewise young for it, that she knew nigh by heart, that inspired her first album—this story was now her story. Specifically Lady Jessica's story. This goes by fast onscreen, but Jessica (played by Rebecca Ferguson) is non a wife but a concubine. Grimes saw herself in Jessica, and she saw Ten in Jessica's son, Paul Atreides (Timothée Chalamet). Paul is more than than a knuckles'southward son. He's a chosen one, tasked with becoming a neat leader. "When I come across X," she says, "like, I simply know X is going to have to go through all this actually fucked-upwards shit that sort of mirrors Paul-type stuff." Watching it wrecked her. "I was just crying my eyes out the whole movie."
She knows this might sound absurd. Grandiose. She wishes information technology felt that way to her likewise.
"I experience like at that place's very few people in the world who could have similar sentiments about their son than Claire with Ten," Mac says when I relay this to him. I enquire if information technology's surreal to lookout man his sister live this life. "Yes," he says, laughing. "But I'yard also not really surprised? Considering she somehow always gets into the virtually insane possible scenarios."
By the summer of 2019, Grimes was in the early on days of her romance with Musk and getting canceled online for it, and she was also finishing Miss Anthropocene, her long (long) awaited follow-up to Art Angels, all while her longtime manager and closest daily confidant was dying of cancer. Her life, she says, has always been "level-x anarchy." This was level 11. She'd been making everything past herself for a decade, and she was ill of it.
She needed to effigy out a new way to be an creative person, which meant figuring out a new way to make money being an artist. "I hate touring, and I hate selling merch," she told her new director, Daouda Leonard, during their showtime FaceTime phone call. He laughs at the retentiveness. "If you know anything almost being a manager in the music manufacture.…" At this point most managers would have hung up. Instead he said, "Absurd, you're going to tour in the metaverse and you're gonna sell digital assets, digital goods. Okay. Problem solved."
They got to work creating an avatar of her trunk, dubbed WarNymph, and in Feb 2021 Grimes became among the first musicians to sell an NFT collection of digital artwork, some with accompanying music. Mac's idea. She generated $half dozen one thousand thousand from that ane driblet—more than than she'south always made from any of her albums. They engineered a deepfake of her voice that she plans to release with other IP inside metaverse experiences and gaming platforms like The Sandbox, a sort of open-source creative experiment. Look at fan fic, she says. Then much inventive stuff is happening there if you know where to look. She has similar plans for an A.I. girl group she's designing named NPC, which is gamer speak for "nonplayer character." She puts the A.I. daughter grouping out into the globe, you get brand something with it.
The NFT projection was so lucrative that if information technology had happened two weeks earlier, Grimes says, she might not have signed her first major-label bargain with Columbia Records. No shots at Columbia, she adds—they've been keen—but she only did it to pay for the ambitious videos she had in listen. The i for "Shinigami Eyes," a futuristic dance-popular phantasmagoria, was amidst the first music videos filmed on an extended reality (xR) stage similar to what was used to make The Mandalorian.
Of course, signing with a major label was considered yet another betrayal past the Grimes purists, but where they see a sellout, she sees artistic liberation. Yous sign with a label—any label, of any size—for money, which you lot tin either put into your pocket or plough back into the mission.
The foot traffic is heavier the next afternoon when I return to Grimes's house, including footling 10. He arrives about xxx minutes after his mom and I have settled dorsum into the anime nook, and as he charges through the door she leaps to her feet with a delighted yelp. He says a friendly hello to me and subsequently makes a bid for her laptop so he tin can watch My Neighbor Totoro, Miyazaki's classic with the giant Catbus.
In solidarity with all the new moms out there, Grimes is wearing the same outfit equally yesterday. She hasn't touched her makeup. Respect. While she gets X on his way for a playdate, I have in the view of the Colorado River from the living room. I wait down and meet a neat pile of pic books, and at the bottom, Time's Person of the Year effect with X's father on the cover. The room is dominated past a massive red couch shaped like a giant Tootsie Scroll, and it looks amazingly comfortable, only the kids accept washed a number on information technology, possibly both numbers, then Grimes sits cross-legged on the floor instead, and we talk over the Elephant of the Year in the room.
"Nosotros alive in this society right now where people await everyone to acquit right, and talk correct," she begins. "Yous have these manifestations of genius, but then you desire them to behave normally—simply the reason they're like that is because they're so disconnected from correct behavior." Humans are cute and toxic in equal supply, she says. "Similar, nosotros fuck up. Nosotros're all gonna do bad things in our life. We're all gonna do stupid things." She's talking nigh Musk, simply again she could be talking nearly herself. "They're both such securely original thinkers," says Liv Boeree, whom Grimes drafted to costar as her black swan in the video for a Book 1 rails chosen "100% Tragedy." "The lines blur with them nearly whether it's even art versus applied science or science, because really we're talking near creating something that does non exist."
From the moment they stepped out at the Met gala, every PR mess Musk created—calling an explorer who helped in the Thailand cavern rescue a "pedo guy"; tweeting that "pronouns suck," which elicited a pained, at present-deleted reply from Grimes; referring to Elizabeth Warren every bit "Senator Karen"—has turned into a referendum on Grimes. "When you detest me / think information technology fixes you to break me," she sings on Book 1. "I'll never fight you back considering / everything yous hate is everything I love."
Grimes can get far more wound up on Musk's behalf than her ain, but ane affair that really pisses her off is how many people think that she surrendered her agency to him. They took her silence for complicity, rather than how she viewed her silence, which was not submitting to their sexist horseshit. Why should she take to respond to every scandalous thing he says? You don't remember he drives her crazy too sometimes? Have y'all ever been in a human relationship?
Again, she doesn't want this to get all about Musk, but…she wishes his progressive haters would show some respect for the work, for actually accomplishing their goals. He's done more any other private denizen to wean the planet off fossil fuels. He helped protect internet service in Ukraine by making his Starlink satellite terminals available. And Grimes is baffled that and so many people view his Mars ambition as some billionaire's boondoggle, rather than the essence of being human and peradventure, just maybe, the key to our survival.
"The Mars project is hard," she says. "In that location's no income for information technology. There's no fashion for information technology to brand money." You can't make money, after all, without customers. "It's for the do good of humanity, and it'southward dangerous and it's expensive, and people are like, He'due south hoarding money! No, he's spending everything on R&D." She knows she can audio too admiring, and she knows it'll get her mocked. Screw information technology.
"Bro might say a lot of stupid shit," she says finally, "but he does the right thing."
In the days later on I render home from Austin, I settle into a new morning routine: Wake upward, check my telephone, and read the texts that Grimes sent the night before at around 2 a.m. She's as nocturnal as ever.
"I would literally die for a fourth dimension auto but specially for similar pre civ type stuff," she writes during an commutation about the earliest known tattoos. "Like man information technology must take been HARD. The aesthetics of that time r simply similar adjacent level like haha they had insanely good style." She sends a photo she found online. "Like this girl looks similar she's dressed in Yeezy." She gives me fun assignments, and so checks to encounter if I've done them. ("Did u read the omegas short story at the beginning of life 3.0 by Max tegmark still?" I did. Mind-blown emoji.)
One morn I wake to a text about Musk. "Hahaha east says he'll do an interview with you surprisingly."
A week afterward, shortly before midnight on a Friday, Grimes calls from Musk's Tesla and puts them on speakerphone. It'southward date night. They've got a sitter for Ten and Y, and they're going to the movies—an early on cut of dailies past a director friend. We've got 12 minutes to talk. Musk is in the driver'south seat letting the car practise the driving, and Grimes is refreshing his retention about the chorus to "Actor of Games," which dropped in December and is more than or less about him: "If I loved him whatsoever less I'd make him stay / but he has to be the all-time player of games."
"I wouldn't say I have to be the best role player of games," Musk says. He thinks the guy in the song sounds "somewhat overwrought." Grimes concedes a bit of dramatic license, merely "it rhymes well." He does similar strategy games an atrocious lot, though, and she asks for permission to share that he has the tiptop score on a popular civilization-building game chosen The Battle of Polytopia, which Musk describes every bit a "much more complex version of chess." He's even bested Polytopia'south creator, Felix Ekenstam. "I literally beat him at his own game," Musk says. (He'south likewise lost a bunch to Ekenstam too.)
Grimes and Musk concord that living separately is wise. They're simply also different on the basic stuff. He likes things "reasonably peachy." She likes to be able to see everything she owns, all at once. He likes quality blueprint, clean aesthetics. She likes Death Notation rugs from Etsy.
"You did have that cool vintage Japanese City poster for a bit," Grimes points out.
"That was yours."
"Oh yeah," she says. "True."
As the Tesla beeps and begins to park itself, Musk sums upward his position: "I only don't similar things to be messy and anime."
When "Actor of Games" commencement dropped, Grimes'due south fans assumed it was about her rumored split up from Musk, when in fact they were welcoming their second child and spending the holidays together as a family unit. The idea for the song came to her during a conversation with friends two years agone while she was three or four months pregnant with 10, when Musk casually mentioned that he planned to depart for Mars in 10 years. She froze.
"I was like, 'Uhhh….' " She remembers laughing nervously. "I said, 'Could we get in twenty?' "
"It wasn't new information," Musk says in the car, lightly protesting when I bring this upwardly. "I've been saying since before she was pregnant that I was going to Mars." Sure, she replies, only "I didn't know you were going, like, this shortly." She is even so trying to convince Musk to stick effectually longer, only either fashion she came out of it with a killer vocal for her space opera.
"Player of Games" isn't about their breakup. It's about going into space (sort of). For most parents, fifty-fifty 20 years from now would be also soon. Not for Grimes. "The thing is, I fuckin' live and dice past the mission. I believe in the mission." She'd used that phrase oftentimes—"the mission"—and gradually I realized it was a proper noun. Uppercase M. When I asked what she meant by it, she replied without hesitation: "Sustainable free energy, multiplanetary species. The preservation of consciousness." Final March, Grimes wrote on Instagram that she was "gear up to die with the red clay of Mars beneath my feet." Now she talks as though it's a fait accompli. "I will probably go when I'm, like, 65 or so," she tells me, the same fashion you lot might say information technology's always been your dream to visit the Galapagos. Hard to reach, probably out of your price range, but achievable in theory.
She tells me she's worried she came off ranty and cynical the previous day, when in reality she's closer to a pure idealist. This extends to A.I., she says. Why is everyone then gloomy about our cybernetic future? What if A.I. likes humanity? What if information technology winds upwardly beingness all of our creative best and none of our violent worst? What would that expect like? I propose later on via text that her proverbial glass is 60 percentage total, and she replies: "Im glass 90% total."
Martian travel, she argues, "is just some other Overton window conversation." Airplanes accept existed for just over a century. The space program was fighting for survival a decade agone. And yet Michael Strahan—an ex-NFL star turned morning-show fixture—went to space last December. She snorts at the idea, though, of Mars as space tourism for the 0.one percent: "There's not gonna be whatever makeup or Postmates. Information technology'southward definitely gonna suck. And definitely early on death for certain." Either way, she's volunteering. "I'd rather die trying to exercise something impossible and maybe failing," she says, "than just keep releasing cute pop songs."
In the concurrently, Grimes gets to turn the whole feel into art, and her kids go a digital-historic period version of Jedi training. When Musk and Grimes kickoff met, he was Tony Stark and she was his kooky Pepper Potts. Now their domestic life is more similar the Incredibles. Her function with X, she says, is "handling his creative stuff." She'due south ready to start him on Ableton Alive, the digital audio software, and she's taken him to his outset rave, though he left at eleven:xxx p.m.
Grimes has grown semi-comfortable with Musk treating X like his little captain of manufacture, but she says things volition exist different with their daughter. Quick story: In 2016, when my own daughter was six, I took her to her first concert, Grimes opening for Florence + the Machine at the Barclays Center in Brooklyn. The next night, before the show, the FBI warned Grimes that a stalker known to them was believed to take bought a ticket and could be in the audience. This was simply days later Christina Grimmie, a singer who rose to fame on The Voice, was murdered after a show by a deranged fan. Grimes played half her set up that night through panic attacks, then walked off.
Suffice to say the public won't be seeing much of her girl.
"The best situation here," she says, "is me training the daughter and him"—Musk— "preparation the boy."
Y'southward face may be off-limits to the outside world, but since date night with Musk, Grimes has been mulling whether to share her girl'due south full name. She knows information technology'll surface eventually, and likewise she's proud of it. "It'due south fire," she texts on Lord's day night. Spiral it, she decides. She'll do it her way.
"Her full proper name," she writes, "is Exa Nighttime Sideræl Musk."
Exa is a reference to the supercomputing term exaFLOPS (the ability to perform 1 quintillion floating-signal operations per second). Night, meanwhile, is "the unknown. People fear information technology only truly it'southward the absence of photons. Dark matter is the beautiful mystery of our universe." She texts me a voice memo with the pronunciation of Sideræl—"sigh-deer-ee-el"—which she calls "a more elven" spelling of sidereal, "the true time of the universe, star fourth dimension, deep space fourth dimension, non our relative globe time." It'south also a nod to her favorite Lord of the Rings character, the powerful Galadriel, who "chooses to abdicate the ring."
Grimes is prepared for Y to dislike her proper name or get tired of it—Grimes got tired of Claire a long time ago—and if she always decides to change it, her mother will be outset in line to assistance her cull a new one. She's already got dozens of ideas. She might even alter it herself before this commodity comes out. In add-on to Y, she and Musk occasionally call her Sailor Mars, a nod to the Sailor Moon manga series. Exa Nighttime Sideræl was actually something of a compromise, and she worries information technology's a little slow.
"I was fighting for Odysseus Musk," she writes. "A girl named Odysseus is my dream."
We speak once more by telephone on the eve of Lunar New Year and discuss Mars once more. I apologize to her for the cheesiness of what I'm about to ask: When you imagine your time to come life on Mars, is Elon there? Is he with you? Are you doing it together?
"Hopefully," she says, and so goes repose for a few moments. She hasn't considered this earlier. "Wow. Wow. Because, aye, you're right, he'll probably go and then I'll come later. Wow."
Mars would all the same exist a brutal place to live, information technology'd withal suck, but at least East and c would be together, smashing that Overton window to $.25. And if X and Y desire to join their parents, they would accept a gratuitous ticket waiting for them. The rocket ships would depart in synchrony with the narrow window every two years when Earth'due south orbit is the shortest distance from the red planet, tens of millions of miles away. Grimes can see information technology in her mind's center at present, them together on Mars, one big happy thermonuclear family. Maybe information technology really is all just a simulation, but it all the same makes her smile.
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