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Daniel Craig
Blows His Cover
007 never lowers his guard, and neither does the man who plays him - until now.
By Erik Hedegaard
Here comes Daniel Craig now, slipping into the murky environs of a murky Manhattan hotel, shades on, looking quite sportif in white trousers and the thinnest of white V-neck T-shirts, shortsleeved, muscle-filled, easing into the further shadows of the room, taking a seat, taking off the shades, orderin ga beer, saying a few words about what he’s been up to since shooting ended on his latest James Bond movie, Skyfall (“Um, drinking heavily. And reconnecting with family and self”), saying a few words about the movie itself (“It’s quite good.
Pete Townshend
Who I Am
An exclusive excerpt from the memoirs of Pete Townshend.
Photograph by Robert Altman
It’s extraordinary, magical, surreal, watching them all dance to my feedback guitar solos; in the audience my art-school chums stand straight backed among the slouching North London Mods, that army of teenagers that arrived astride their fabulous scooters in short hair and good shoes, hopped up on pills. I can’t speak for what’s in the heads of my fellow bandmates: Roger Daltrey, Keith Moon or John Entwistle. Usually I’d be feeling like a loner, even in the middle of the band, but tonight, in June 1964, at The Who’s first show at the Railway Hotel in Harrow, West London, I am invincible.
HHP
Who's Your Boss Now, Huh?
Road-TrIppIng with Hip Hop Pantsula in search of The ‘heartform’, plus the 4.1.1 on motswako rap and 2012’s song of the year, ‘Bosso Kemang’.
By Bongani Madondo
Photography by Chris Saunders
How come road stories are all so fucked up? How come road stories are so beautifully deranged as to seem staged, just for your benefit? I don’t get it. Aboard the tourbus of Hip Hop Pantsula, the jazz-scatting, nursery-rhyming,f ool-playing and streets-watching MC responsible for Summer 2012’s unlikeliest, anthemic, freakgenius (as in it’s a fluke alright, but a planned fluke) of a national sing-along song: tonight, or this morning... I might get it. It’s been a while since I got it in Hip-Hop.
Rolling Stone Issue 13
Lauryn Hill
February 18, 1999
A week before winning 5 Grammy Awards for her debut album, The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill, the former Fugees front woman ponders the personal and the political in this classic archival interview with Touré.
By Touré.
America is at war. The radio of a black Chevy Suburban inching down Broadway in midtown Manhattan drones: Day Two and the airstrikes on Iraq continue tonight and for the days ahead. President Clinton –the blade of the impeachment guillotine hovering above his neck – says it’s what we have to do.Lauryn Hill swivels in her seat, careful of her long, cream-white, queenly dress, her crisp blue-and-white man’s dress shirt, her eye-popping turquoise and-white ankle-length mohair coat.