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.
PEARCYING INSIGHTS
David Keeps
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. Anything, perhaps, except this:
RATTS OF PASSAGE
Stephen, tell me about your childhood.
I was born in Long Beach, California and moved to Los Angeles, then San Diego, then Los Angeles again. But I’m growing up in the world, now. My mom was my mother and father. My father left when I was about 10 or 11. My brother and me were pretty wild. I’d say the longest she ever grounded us for was about one hour. We’d always just sneak out. She did her fair share of whippin’ and kept us in line by screaming a lot. She’s got this great voice when she screams' and she tells me to this day that she thinks I got my voice from her.
And did you participate in the school choir?