Inner cliques, sacred and scared Mudcatters, double entendres and other poor uses of french, a frankly wicked use of punctuation and competitions involving quite a lot, it appears, of urine, capos up the kazoo, what the hell's going on here? I'm very comfortably established on the far, far outer clique where I can perambulate around and not comment too much (because you know what happens when one starts to actually post to threads)and where I can think about the questions why do I sing and what is folk music, anyway? Oh, and am I addicted to Mudcat and how would I know if I was? Not to mention blue clicky things.
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