someone who doesn't give a shit about the definition or provenance or origin of the music, they just like the danged stuff. Like Peace said above.

"This is a little ditty that was composed at 11:37 p.m. in a boothy in the hills above Camp, County Kerry by a young man who was supposed to be watching Lord Ventry's sheep but who had gotten some poteen. Since this was on February 19th, 1857, there were no wolves or bears around, but it was lambing time and, as you know, Camp is just a peninsula over from Killorglin, where they annually celebrate Puck Fair. That, of course...."

And the song never gets sung because the background gets in the way.