Sarah Luck Pearson

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The Suit

"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......
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Inger Lorre, Patron Saint of Fucked-over Musicians

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......
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For the Record

Photo by Debra DiPaolo I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. —William Butler Yeats The pizza could have been caviar, the round of Cokes champagne the day the six members of Mary’s Danish passed around the pen that first bound their......
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