I wonder if musical instruments observe the class boundaries.

Do the Martins and the Lowdens get together in secret groups and say - we don't want those nasty Yamaha oiks making their beastly strumming noises, whilst we are expressing ourselves in faultless musicality?

Do the Vega and Gibson banjos, think - oh god! not an Antoria, unspeakable little turd with his nasty vulgar twangling! What a desecration of the beautiful bell like tones of our exclusive brotherhood!

Do they squabble in the music store at night with each other - oh no a crate of Crafters, that'll bring the tone of this place down! Why does he get a window stand and not me!

On the other hand - they could be smarter than us.