In the presence of the purity and righteosness of Patrick, I now see the error of my ways. I confess that I have sinned. My view of music is sick and twisted, and I have committed a sick and vile act in accepting the $50 offered to me by the library to entertain on St. Patrick's day. My only excuse for this craven deed is that my world view isn't any bigger than the 36 inch circle around my feet. I just don't "get" folk music, being only able to wank out a few songs, and I wouldn't be able to play anything by the Sex Pistols if my life depended on it. I guess that's because I was so busy wasting time, slithering around on my belly like a reptile, and kissing ass. I'd have been better off dealing drugs or be a prostitute on the side than to have done a little gigging in the folk music field, since I'm a total sell out. I ended up being a babysitter, muzak and the wandering village idiot in exchange for a few bucks.

I'm going to bow out of this thread now because it has gone way over the top. Patrick, I'm sure you're sincere, a fine musician and possibly a nice guy but you come across like some kind of hellfire and damnation preacher. Don't you think you're blowing things out of proportion?!