One thing I would like to disabuse these 'oh so obviously middle class' people about is the fact that all people in pop music make a fortune, and their sole motive is money.

Some people make a lot of money. The majority don't. They have something to say - they write maybe one hit - that's it - a career. Many of them are far more idealistic about the craft of writing songs and performing than yer average breadhead folkie - forever slapping himself on the back at how much his Martin or Lowden is worth.

A friend of mine bumped into Marc Almond when he was in the charts with Tainted Love - his management was paying him forty quid a week. I recorded the late susan Fassbender after her massive hit Twilight Cafe. She was abandoned by her conglomerate bastard record company CBS, and management. She was paying for the session herself and was very depressed - she eventually committed suicide.

When we had our hit - it was in Germany. The general consensus was - 'oh good you'll get some of the money them. the english music industry are totally unregulated - a load of gangsters'. when we got to the studio - we found we had NO control. It was such an obvious hit - that the publisher had given the arrangement royalty and fee to someone he needed to do a favour for. We were in competition with a German language version that they thought was going to be the 'real' hit - a soap star and an ex goali for Real Madrid.

Record companies and publisher have about as much respect for artists as when they made Robert Johnson use the goods entrance.

In the aforementioned Martin Carthy DVD. Martin says, People say these old songs aren't up to date. Norma says to me, what do they mean by that - there aren't motorbikes in it...?

Well as we all know, there are motorbkies in Leader of the Pack. They are there, because the writer thought it important to say what he had to say to put motorbikes in there.

I say again to you. You aren't an academic in some fusty old library. What do YOU need these definitions for? What can they be there for, except the ignoble desire to think yourself superior to another artist and discount their artistic endeavour?