For Styles, it was a search for a new identity that began on that bench overlooking London. Styles’ car stereo pumps a mix of country and obscure classic rock. “I wanted to write my stories, things that happened to me. I hadn’t done that before.” There isn’t a yellow light he doesn’t run as he speaks excitedly about the band he’s put together under the tutelage of producer Jeff Bhasker (The Rolling Stones, Kanye West, “Uptown Funk”).
He’s full of stories about the two-month recording session last fall at Geejam, a studio and compound built into a mountainside near Port Antonio, a remote section of Jamaica.
You realize you’re exhausted and you don’t want to drain people’s belief in you.” After much discussion, the band mutually agreed to a hiatus, which was announced in August 2015 (Zayn Malik had abruptly left One D several months earlier).
Even if you choose not to have your activity tracked by third parties for advertising services, you will still see non-personalized ads on our site.Hell, when he pulled over to the side of the 101 freeway in L. and discreetly threw up, the spot became a fan shrine. A bold single-color cover to match the working title: Pink.It’s said the puke was even sold on e Bay like pieces of the Berlin Wall. Then there was the unauthorized fan-fiction series featuring a punky, sexed-up version of “Harry Styles.” A billion readers followed his virtual exploits. (He quotes the Clash’s Paul Simonon: “Pink is the only true rock & roll colour.”) Many of the details would change over the coming year – including the title, which would end up as Harry Styles – but one word stuck in his head.(“Didn’t read it,” comments the nonfiction Styles, “but I hope he gets more than me.”) But at the height of One D–mania, Styles took a step back. “Honest,” he says, a year later, driving through midcity Los Angeles in a dusty black Range Rover.For many, 2016 was a year of lost musical heroes and a toxic new world order. He’s lived here off and on for the past few years, always returning to London.We arrive at a crowded diner, and Styles cuts through the room holding a black notebook jammed with papers and artifacts from his album, looking like a college student searching for a quiet place to study.