Well the folk club that got me going and to which I was always eternally grateful (thanks, John and Cheryl) went into terminal decline in the mid-90s, partly because of an unpopular move to a different pub, admittedly, but I recall that we could fill the place up nicely with Show Of Hands or Flook or The Poozies. But I also remember with sadness a couple of guest nights with Martin Carthy and Roy Bailey with less than two handfuls of people there. Inexplicable. It seems to me that big-name big bands playing juiced-up traditional music and a fair amount of not-very-traditional music in a not-very-traditional way sucked the lifeblood out of what we might call (whilst ducking) real folk music. Maybe it started with Steeleye and Fairport and Albion but I wouldn't know where to draw the line and I kind of quite liked that lot and things do have a habit of wanting to move on....   Grrr, can't get me head round it all, really...