Alas, Margaret Barry singing "She Moves Through the Faire" has been in my library o' musc since the '50s on an old Riverside sampler w. Ewan an Isla an P.Clayton & Patrick Galvan & Jesn Ritcheee & Obray Ramsay & the 2 Walters==Pegram & Parham------and I just heard it again and fund "She Moves" one of the most beauteous songs ever anywhere. All the years ago, when 1st hering of it, i thought it Banshee-like to the enth degree. And that banjo o hers was pure Neanderthal and out o tune ta boot. But then i dinna like single malt scotch either. Now they are both a part o me like me own skin an nothin fits better 'an that.

On top o' dat is de factoid dat M.Barry is treasured here by meself--and the single malt has been ordered out o my life by me health care professionals as dey are known here abouts now.
And on top o' dat is Punkfolkrocker sounds elloquent and poetic ta me tonight. What's it mean? Only dat, once ya get used to it, insanity can be de mos' normal ting in de wirld!!!

Ott Thayme (as John Hartford used to call me out on the Mississippi River.)