I was at a song circle in upstate new york and this spooky guy started singing his own song. It was a campfire during a dark night, and a wide ring of maybe 5o others waiting their turn, but it was a moonless night, so no one could see him.He sang a song. Then he asked. Could I sing another. Everyone was too polite to say no. He sang another and another of his self written songs, political in nature and perhaps to not everyone's taste. He was singing his own songs for a half hour before I left.

This guy is famous in his own mind, but in mine, he is the rudest person I've ever had the misfortune to have at a round robin.