I once mentioned in a thread that when I was young I followed Big Joe Williams around Chicago (when Joe was recording for Delmark there) and Joe's big 78 rpm hit in the 30s had been "Baby, Please Don't Go". All Muddy had to do back then was to step out of Big Johns to see Big Joe walkin' down Wells St. Could've been Bill Broonzy he got it from too. Bill was living in Chicago when he died; hangin' with Win Stracke & Studs Terkel then. His guitar is at the Old Town School o' Folk Music along with his death certificate in a frame on the wall.

What I'm sayin' I guess is that what is being lost is the knowledge of the lineage! There's so much false information out there. And with the current disdain for history and/or looking to the past for valuable nuggets of wisdom (folksongs), there's not much chance for the survival of FOLKLORE. The deluge of FAKELORE that surrounds the music in these latter days assures the continued wattering down of THE REAL THING.

What will be, will be. Change is the name o' the game. But it is a shame stuff we do care about is getting lost in the shuffle called progress. And unbridled progress is the ideology of a cancer cell.

Art