PEARCYING INSIGHTS
Stephen Pearcy ambles into the room and sprawls across a less-than-comfy record company chair. Gently stroking the can of his best friend and most frequent conversational reference point, Mr. Bud M. Weiser, he peers out from beneath a pair of Mom-bought-’em-for-me sunglasses and that trademark hair thang, ready for anything.
June 2, 1985