Sarah Luck Pearson

"You’re writing about dropping bands, right?" says a major-label president who randomly answered his phone. "But I can’t do it. And you know why." Later he agrees to a rare interview if his name is forever guarded in anonymity and if none of his bands are examined. Arnold, as I’ll......

On a late March afternoon in 1991, Inger Lorre of the Nymphs rose to be seated at the right hand of blessed revenge. It’s a holy day for many in music, an event scoring Old Testament–style vindication for every hair turned gray on the head of a distraught musician. Lorre......