Sam Moore
Occasionally rolled my eyes at Wilson's bizarre impulse towards self-flagellation for daring to diminish popular music ("Oh, come on!" featured in my notes) but this largely entertaining and interesting; maybe more so as a document of fan culture and what we gain (and maybe lose) when we so aggressively humanise an artist. He ends up weirdly dismissive of his own tastes and why they matter and might get hung up on some of the wrong things, but its a really interesting case study of Celine herself and live music in particular; its no surprise he's most moved when he sees her perform live. A deeply curious text
Occasionally rolled my eyes at Wilson's bizarre impulse towards self-flagellation for daring to diminish popular music ("Oh, come on!" featured in my notes) but this largely entertaining and interesting; maybe more so as a document of fan culture and what we gain (and maybe lose) when we so aggressively humanise an artist. He ends up weirdly dismissive of his own tastes and why they matter and might get hung up on some of the wrong things, but its a really interesting case study of Celine herself and live music in particular; its no surprise he's most moved when he sees her perform live. A deeply curious text