I read the sleeve notes on some Blues album from the 60s/70s awhile back - and was reminded how so many of the notes about the 're-discovered' Bluesmen would wallow (the negative of 'gush') in the imagined misery and sordidness of their lives. While it's true that most of them did lead hard lives, in various ways, they were often presented in sleeve notes as spectacles of savage passion and primitive genius. It's embarrassing.