There are thousands of good musicians out there; there are thousands of good songwriters also - most unsung and unsigned and struggling with their websites. A few of them have been put on pedestals, it seems and have been turned into little tin gods whose CDs every folkie worth his salt "must have". Does it really matter in the scheme of things if Rusby's site exists or not? She was in the right place at the right time; knew the right people probably, and now is getting the star treatment. Most of us out here cannot even experience the courtesy of being listened to -and its not for want of talent or perseverence. Instead, we headbang our way around the clubs whilst having paeons of praise about people like Rusby rammed down our throats everywhere we go. She and her ilk are no better as singers and songwriters than many of the unknown floorsingers in countless folk clubs worldwide.
                     It's sadly unfortunate that the timing of this thread coincided with Lizzie Cornish's anniversary of that poor boy (therefore she thinks I'm bitter). Most of us have something in life which makes us feel like this; sometimes it's circumstantial; sometimes it's taught by Masters.