Erykah Badu sees five doctors a day. Sort of. There’s Dr Exercise, Dr Nutrition, Dr Meditation, Dr Sleep and Dr Sun, she tells me from New York, where she has already had a busy morning seeing each of them in turn.
‘I didn’t feel like getting up at 5am,’ she admits. ‘The first thing I wanted to do was go to Instagram and see what the people said about what I posted yesterday. But instead of that I stay true to the discipline.’ Barefaced and framed by a simple T-shirt, she sits but never slouches; as poised as she is relaxed, her every sentence is like a bedtime story: ‘Now I’m ready for you.’
