The three girls on the south London station platform couldn’t have been more than 13, and as they waited for the train, they were singing, “My humps, my humps, my lovely lady lumps, check it out!” Though too young to have any lumps to speak of they sang with gusto, until one of them self-consciously giggled, “It’s an awful song.”
That was last fall, and the tune was My Humps by The Black Eyed Peas. “Awful” was the least of the criticisms it attracted — in the US, where it was also a big hit, it was accused of “setting feminism back 40 years.” Nine months later, the Peas’ frontwoman, Stacy “Fergie” Ferguson, rolls her eyes, fed up with the whole thing. It was “just a song” — a light-relief departure from the California hip-pop band’s usual “conscious” attitude. By the standards of her life, the fuss was small beer indeed.
In the UK, she’s perhaps best-known as the subject of celebrity-magazine “steal her style” features that explain how to achieve her “whadaya looking at?” street chic and peak-fitness muscles. In the US, she’s been a familiar face since she was nine. That was when, as a third-grader from Hacienda Heights, California, she joined the cast of Kids Incorporated, “a variety show similar to the Mickey Mouse Club. It was a great music and entertainment school for kid actors, but I was embarrassed about it [by the time] I was 14, because it was uncool.” Her point is proved by a clip that can be found on the Internet — aged about 10 and dressed in disco sequins, she belts out Billy Joel’s It’s Still Rock’n’Roll to Me.
Five years of that was enough to instil a rebellious “fascination” with Los Angeles gang members and guns. “Part of my affinity with urban music comes from being on Kids Incorporated, ‘cos we used to sit around [between takes] and listen to Chaka Khan and Prince, and I got influenced by all that. Then gangsta rap got started, and I was infatuated with that — maybe that’s why I’m fascinated by guns. Guns are beautiful.” Aware of how that sounds, she hastily adds: “But I don’t like what they do.”
Emerging more or less unscathed from her gang phase, she had a brief relationship with another former child star, Justin Timberlake, and then formed a female R&B trio called Wild Orchid. Their initial success didn’t last. When the label refused to release their third album, she went into a depression that led to a dependence on ecstasy and crystal meth. Eventually, weighing 38kg and also coping with attention-deficit disorder, she “went crazy.” This year she told an American magazine that she’d known it was time to quit drugs when she spent eight hours talking to a hamster. Was that true? A hamster? “It wasn’t a hamster,” she says, her voice dropping. “It was a hamper.”
In American triumph-over-adversity style, there was a happy ending. In 2002, after she’d given up drugs and was working as a backing singer, her friend William Adams invited her to join his middlingly successful all-male rap group. It was a turning point for all — Stacy (as she then was), will.i.am and the Black Eyed Peas. Whisking together social awareness, agile rhyming and real instruments — the same recipe that worked so well for the Fugees — their first album together, Elephunk, sold 7 million copies. The second album, Monkey Business, was also a smash, taking the Peas’ worldwide sales to 18 million.