Yet there was something charming in her notes—a genuine concern for the musicians she claimed association with but clearly did not know. She maintained a healthy disinterest in the factual evidence of their lives, and a dogged determination to insert herself without shame into their fame and fortune;  a welcome retelling of the masculonormative story arch that guides the world of pop music. B.S.’s early letters contained suggestions of people we should interview, and what we should address with them. Often she referred to our scrappy independent magazine as “your company,” lifting the phrase straight from a template for writing professional cover letters.