Leave nothing but photographs, take nothing but footprints.

Maybe Skarpi feels that he is now folk-unmutual with his electrical guitar? But it's a strange old pot - at a session once, I was scolded for accompanying an old ballad with an Icelandic langspil by a self-appointed purist with an acoustic bass guitar, the only acoustic instrument (AFAIA) derived from an electrical one. I see a lot of that in the folk world - self-appointed purists who know nothing at all, because, if they did, they'd realise that everything is authentic by dint of its corporeality. Hopefully things are different in Iceland, but, saving Bjork and Bjarnfreðarson (and my old langspil), I know precious little about it.

Let's hope so, huh?

Otherwise, I've seen a lot of offence being taken on Mudcat, but none ever being given; I see a lot of colourful language and heated exchange, but I take that as a sign of life in a virtual realm without life. The only thing that gets me here are the Moderators, much less the cringing deference to same which is something I don't see too much of in the real world. Happily real life doesn't have Moderators or mysteriously appointed Number 2s like Silly River Stage and Joe Offer. In fact the worst I've eve had here was a PM from the latter telling me I disgusted him for daring to defend another man's right to all me a c*nt as part of an exchange that settled itself rather quite amicably, as these things do. In the real world anyway.

Anyhoo - here's some electrical guitar of my own. I did this just the other day by way of the season, a response to feeling the sap rise rather & giving thanks for each day that comes in increasing awareness of the brevity of it all.

VERNAL RAGA (March 30th, 2015)