I think when you read say the letters of Kandinsky when he was part of all that movement away from naturalistic and representative art. Or the memoirs of Stephen Spender and Isherwood - when they were part of the 1920/30's literary scene.

There is that same kind of buzz. that's what it must have felt like to be MacColl in 1958, or Bert Jansch in 1965. Part of a climate of creativity.

I suppose that's the things with climates - they do bloody change. As Paul Simon says -" you can't be forever blessed....."

I just think of the people who were emerging when I was young, in some ways it was intimidating - you felt your own talent could never match Renbourn, Jansch, McTell, Wizz........does it matter that that sort of player won't be around for ever, that there won't be anybody trying for that same synthesis of complex guitar style and lyric. I think it does.

I do think, WE (the generation just after the explosion)let it go off the boil...

Furthermore, I feel myself and my contemporaries to be distant cousins of what was happening in those years - part of the same movement - duller stars in the firmament. And I think that's pretty much how history will write it.