Arthur Lee: On Life and Love

IT WAS easy to see that the sands of time had shaken this poor boy pretty hard. Twenty-seven-year-old Arthur Lee strolled into A&M's Hollywood offices with more than just a shade of cynical arrogance. His feet were bare and his clothes well worn and loosely fit. But his most profound change was the fact that his two-inch Afro had been dyed orange, with sporadic traces in his beard.