MYTH No. 1: Radiohead Can Do No Wrong

REALITY: Radiohead kinda blow.
Illustration by <a href="http://mydogatela.deviantart.com/" target=_new" rel="nofollow">Harmony Carrigan</a>

REALITY: Radiohead kinda blow.

They're the vanguard of music, a post-rock think tank, the absolute state of the art.

The Ghost of Kurt Cobain

On the 15th anniversary of the Nirvana frontman's suicide, SPIN revisits his life, music, and legacy.
Kurt Cobain / Photo Courtesy Alice Wheeler, April 2004

Editor's Note: 15 years ago on Wednesday, April 8, the body of Nirvana frontman Kurt Cobain was discovered at his mansion just outside Seattle, WA. Coroner's reports claim he killed himself three days earlier, making this Sunday, April 5, the unofficial anniversary of Cobain's death.

The SPIN Interview: Elvis Costello

He's tackled nearly every form of contemporary music over 27 albums. Now Elvis Costello is taking his cultural ambassador skills to their logical conclusion…as a talk show host. "Inside the Actor's Studio," he says. "Is that the guy with the extraordinary beard?"
Photo by Terry O'Neill

In December 1977, Saturday Night Live introduced America to a man who would become one of the most iconic and enduring figures in rock history: a spindly, pissed-off-looking Brit with oversize specs and a palsied stance who (as a last-minute sub for the Sex Pistols) halted a performance of "Less Than Zero" mid-verse to instead race through the uncleared anti-censorship screed "Radio Radi

Me and You and a Dog Named Blue

One spring afternoon in 1999, Steve Burns was on his way to a date.

Citizen Dave

San Francisco, land of a thousand views. The Golden Gate Bridge from Baker Beach: burnt sienna slicing cerulean sky. Chinatown from Russian Hill: a giddy bazaar overflowing tiered streets. And, of course, Dave Matthews from Lombard Street: pale and slouching. "Oh, my God," gasps one viewer. "Dave!"
San Francisco, land of a thousand views. The Golden Gate Bridge from Baker Beach: burnt sienna slicing cerulean sky. Chinatown from Russian Hill: a giddy bazaar overflowing tiered streets. And, of course, Dave Matthews from Lombard Street: pale and slouching. "Oh, my God," gasps one viewer. "Dave!"

Let Us Blow Your Mind -- Two Times

One fine summer afternoon, a svelte rap star comes strolling into a west hollywood restaurant. Convention dictates a brief description of his outfit here, usually pasted in by standard Rap-Write(tm) software: platinum chain, home-team ball cap, baggies from own clothing line, tattoo of son/daughter/dead homie. But this rap star is Andre 3000 of Atlanta’s trailblazing hip-hop duo OutKast, one of the most fashion-forward men in music, if not the United States. Blond wigs, football shoulder pads, and velvet knickers have all played a part in Andre’s lonely quest for the Next Level, thus his look today merits special attention. There it is: striped polo shirt, blue slacks, tan Banana Republic sports jacket, and tasseled loafers. Repeat: Tasseled. Freaking. Loafers. To quote some old Ice-T, Man, have you went crazy?
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