Wilson’s book on Celine could potentially cut that endless circle of generation after generation chasing the power of the generation before them. But only if he realizes that he can dislike Celine and not be racist/sexist/classist/rockist at the same time.
To enable as many people as possible to engage in the discussion of music has got to be a good thing, right? In this light, it’s less perverse than it may otherwise seem to call Idol “punk”—there is an ethos of democracy to both genres, at least ostensibly.

Enough about JENNY LEWIS already!