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Thread #109916   Message #2302479
Posted By: The Borchester Echo
31-Mar-08 - 04:46 PM
Thread Name: Our ghastly folk tradition
Subject: RE: Our ghastly folk tradition
I took a look at Another Place where a hell of a kerfuffle is under way about Mr Parris's throwaway, ill-informed but oh-so-unimportant remark about a clip from either Frank Harte or Kevin Mitchell (no-one seems to know and I certainly neither know nor care as it was almost immeasurably brief and barely relevant to the context).

Someone remarked that "the folk comunity" (whatever that is) seems to have skins thinner than rice paper. "The music does not need the approval of Mr Parris. It can stand up to his criticism and even struggle through the odd anachronism. But there again whinging and folk seem to walk hand in hand all over the land".

Indeed it does.

They whinge because mainstream, "normal" people don't take them seriously, yet make no effort to respect tradarts themselves but arse around in stupid clothes getting pissed and degrading the music.

They whinge because they can't be arsed to apply for arts funding to produce music and dance professionally on a par with other genres. Indeed they wear their lack of professionalism like a badge of pride, declaring that the true "f*lk way" is amateurism.

Then they whinge that they can't afford to pay proper artists' fees, travel, subsistence ot accommodation and why should they because they are bumbling along doing the "organising" for nothing themselves.

This is not, of course (before the Snail starts squeaking) universal but it's far too common. No wonder the DCMS has seemingly limitless millions to spend on the Olympics. Tessa Jowell is unaware that there's anything of value worthy of funding in the tradarts because the mainstream media tells her it's all a joke anyway. And that's what Joe (and Joanna) Public largely believe too.

So this mythical "F*lk Scene" complains that "their" music is being misrepresented. Is it? Just what efforts are they making to convince the mainstream and the public at large that this music is worth listening to? They scarcely seem to believe in it themselves.

Meanwhile, the REAL musicians, the invisible ones that persons lost in Missouri (or even downtown Mitcham) don't believe exist are just getting on with playing, in sessions in people's houses, outside in rain and hail for Morris or in pubs without poncy tea lights on the tables, as they have always done for decades. Maybe even next door to you or across the street. Music is where you look for it or where you make it for yourselves