The SPIN Interview: Mos Def

A product of the Brooklyn projects during the 1980s crack era, Mos Def is a hip-hop lifer, despite his frequent forays into Hollywood.

Dante "Mos Def" Smith walks the walk and talks the talk -- literally. This past May, he led me on a four-hour interview ramble around Manhattan's SoHo and West Village, stopping into bodegas and smoke shops, greeting fans, giving hugs and pounds, posing for cell phone photos, like the hip-hop ambassador of some conscious-rap dream sequence.

Cage: Out of the Shadows

Having battled his demons on the mic before Slim got shady, Cage tries to reinvent rap-rock and take you on the next downward spiral.
Cage / Photo by Michael Schmelling

One morning in 2004, Chris Palko woke up in Middletown, New York's Elizabeth A. Horton Memorial Hospital, terrified that he would be committed again.

The Last Temptation of Steve-O

All the Jackass star ever wanted was to be famous for doing insane stunts. But after a suicidal flameout landed him in a psych ward, what's left for a kinder, gentler self-mutilating exhibitionist to do?
Photographed for SPIN by Ture Lillegraven

At 8:00 on a cool, sunny April morning, Stephen Glover walks barefoot across a leafy side street in Pasadena, California, toward a white Chevy pickup. The blue oxford shirt he borrowed from his roommate is unbuttoned and hanging open.

Regina Spektor's Joy Ride

A somber ditty about the fickleness of God isn't your typical summertime hit, but the old-world, otherworldly Regina Spektor isn't your typical rising star. Under the boardwalk with pop's unlikeliest diva.
Photographed for SPIN by Sasha Eisenman

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The SPIN Interview: Jarvis Cocker

Jarvis Cocker found fame as Britpop's gawkiest sex symbol, first by releasing fantastic songs like "Common People" with Pulp, then by bum-rushing Jacko at an awards show. "People still come shake my hand because of that," the singer says. "So I can't really regret it."
Photographed for SPIN by Philip Gay

Jarvis Cocker walks into Chicago's Star Lounge Coffee Bar, and though physically striking -- tall and glamorous in natty thrift-shop chic and substantial spectacles -- no one seems to recognize him.

Hot Leg: Into the Light

Five years ago, Justin Hawkins was fronting the U.K.'s biggest band -- until he succumbed to the very clichés the Darkness were lampooning. Now, as he tries to kick-start Hot Leg, he's hauling his own gear, sleeping on floors, and trying not to make the same mistakes twice.
Photographed for SPIN by Andreas Laszlo Konrath

Steel Panther stride onstage around 1 A.M. at La Zona Rosa on the second night of Austin, Texas' annual South by Southwest music festival. The mock-metal band's joke isn't subtle: four guys with poodle hair and spandex pants performing foul-mouthed odes to fat girls, Asian hookers, and the primacy of heavy metal.

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