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Breaking Bad
Chemical Brothers
Inside the obsessive-compulsive soul of Breaking Bad, the most twisted show on television.
By Brian Hiatt
Photograph by Peter Yang
Walter White is staring at me. He doesn’t like what he sees. It’s just before midnight, and we’re facing off in the dusty shadows of an Albuquerque, New Mexico, parking lot, between rows of white trailers. “You chicken?” he asks, freshly razored scalp gleaming under a distant streetlight. “You a scaredy-cat?” He’s not even Walter now – he’s his alter ego, meth kingpin Heisenberg, and in his pitiless blue eyes, I’m everything weak and human and in the way: I might as well be Jesse Pinkman, yo.
Out of Africa
CURRENT AFFAIRS
Thousands of those who fl ed the decades-long violence in Sudan made the hazardous journey to Israelvia Egypt, hoping for sanctuary and a new start. Instead, they have been met with abuse and distrust.And now they are in danger of being sent back to their homeland – where another civil war looms large.
By Omar H. Rahman
Gabriel Kuol cuts a striking figure as he walks amid a group of Hasidic Jews in downtown Jerusalem. He has the compact, muscular build of an athlete. A thin, chinstrap beard frames his angular face, and a scar in the shape of a river delta marks his ebony forehead.
Bob Dylan
THE ROLLING STONE INTERVIEW
By Mikal Gilmore
Photography by Sam Jones
"I’m trying to explain something that can’t be explained,” says Bob Dylan. “Help me out.” It’s a midsummer day, an hour or so before evening, and we are seated at a table on a shaded patio, at the rear of a Santa Monica restaurant. Dylan is dressed warmer than the Southern California weather invited, in a buttoned black leather jacket over a thick white T-shirt. He also wears a ski cap– black around its lower half, white at its dome – pulled down over his ears and low on his forehead. A fringe of moptop-style reddish-blond hair, clearly a wig, curls slightly out from the front of the cap, above his eyebrows. He has a glass of cold water in front of him.
Rolling Stone Issue 11
Sex Pistols
October 20, 1977
Up close, England’s Sex Pistols, the world’s most notorious punk band, prove to be just about the vilest geezers around. But they play real rock ’n’ roll and our reporter liked it.
By Charles M. Young
A little before midnight,my taxi arrives at a clubc alled the Vortex.The weather is atypically dry, and the neighbourhood, like the rest of London, is a shopping district with its eye on the tourist trade.Half a block away 10 or 12 teenage boys dressed like horror-movie morticians jump up and down and hit each other. Their hair is short, either greased back or combed tos tick straight out with a pomade of Vaseline and talcum powder.