The '54 definition is relevant to the thread because it's the single weapon of choice used to discredit the singer songwriter/ nu-folk/ guitar playing barbarians waiting to batter down the pub door and impose whimsical ballads on our hearts of oak. Without The Definition traddies (me included) would have to get on with what they like just because they like it, not because they have a Neville Chamberlain document of assurance, or because they've replaced Mornington Crescent with Cecil Sharp house, but for the simple reason it tickles their fancy.

If 1954 is shown to be the set of intellectual lace curtains - if not lace knickers - it is, the Folk World would be a better place, IMHO.