So, according to the rules of walkaboutsverse, volume 979, stanza 12, or what have you, where does someone like Michael McGoldrick fall in to your equation of Englishness? Born in Manchester, but with obvious Irish heritage. Is he Scottish when he plays with Capercaillie? Is he Irish when he plays with Lunasa? Is he English when he plays with Kate Rusby? If he plays at a festival does he have to produce a passport for what country he is representing? Oh that's right, no of course not, because that's all bull-he's just a damn fine musician capable of playing with anyone. See, you just don't get it-applying rules to what you feel is proper English music, or even, what the proper name of a gathering of dance music should be called, you're not just missing the boat, you're missing the departure date, along with your ticket. Your rigid guidelines have no reasoning whatsoever. Yes, you can sit back and think, oh I wish I were in the England of 100 years ago, it would have been so much nicer. But, its 2008, you can't. You can't change the way music evolves, you can't change history, you can't change what you perceive is wrong with a music form that has thrived and will thrive without you. Lord knows what you think of The Imagined Village, just the kind of multi-cultural band that on the one hand, you should profess to admire for what they have done, but on the other, revile because it doesn't stick to artificial rules that you think apply. When I think about all the rules you govern yourself by, as to what this or that should be called, I just say to myself, sad, very sad.