Okay, I didn't drink the entire vat of Kool-aid. There were a few things that I found curious or less than perfect about the book.
First of all, the flag chapter gave me pause. I thought it was amazing that Stewart wrote about the green phenomena as an afterword and used it to sum up the themes of shamanism and rock idoltry that ran throughout the book. It was a huge tip of the hat to each and every Nutter. It showed how much that nasty thing meant to Stewart. He gets it. He gets us. He understood just how that daft project touched us and brought about, or at least deepened, a sense of community. That indeed gladdens my heart. That chapter was just for us.
But there lies the problem. I don't think anybody previously unfamiliar with the Flag would have really had a clue what Stewart was nattering on about. While he was getting all metaphysical about it, he didn't really explain the actual concrete Flag very clearly. It was a case of a bit too much spirit and not enough material world. I can't blame him though. Most of us know just how hard it is to explain the Flag briefly. If you want to add that whole extra layer of the voodoo stuff, you could go on for days about El Verde. It categorically did not help though that a MSG stage shot with the flag flying proudly was used to illustrate the Singapore chapter. (It's a great shot. Just poorly placed.) To the average reader this gave the impression that the Flag was hoisted on stage every night of the tour. That really changes the whole dynamic of the thing. Plus, the MSG photo with the many Flag Juniors in the foreground is equally misleading without an explanation. Huh? So all the people in the front rows were given flags every night? Maybe you could pick 'em up at the merch. table. It made it seem kind of crass.
Almost on the opposite end, I didn't get at first why Stewart was calling the logo on the Flag a woven image. He knows the image is painted on and, before getting it framed, he probably had some paint flakes lying around his studio to prove it. I conjured up some drole imaginings of DM and Moeskido toiling away on their apartment loom preparing the woven image for Vancouver. Finally though, I understood that Stewart was just riffing on the expression graven image. That burst of Judeo-Christianity at the end of the book seemed rather odd. I put it down to over exposure to Franz Abram's zeal during the scoring of Ben Hur. Don't get me wrong. I've no problem with talking about God. But Stewart referred to Him in more religious neutral terms until the afterword. The sudden mention of God with the big G and everything along with Stewart's apologetic tone made us "children of the Flag" sound a little cultish.
I'm probably thinking way too hard about this. Maybe the average reader was fine with it and got the sentiment of the thing without really understanding. I'll have to find me that average reader and ask 'em.
And what about the quality of printing for some of the photos? Was it just my edition, or does the Oyster Head picture look like it was taken at a Chernobyl gig?
Lastly, DM was right months ago when she said that I'd go crazy if I came across any slip ups in proof reading and copy editing. I know it is a really small thing, but I hate to see the poor misunderstood comma abused in any way. Lots of times its use is optional, but if you do opt in, you need to be consistent about always opting in when faced with the same scenario. Then there were a few non-optional times when the poor comma was nowhere to be found. Enough of my quibbling. Let me end by repeating my initial comment. I freakin' loved this book.
(Edit required because my geographic confusion seems to reach well beyond Edmonton/Calgary to include Malibu/Singapore!)