". . . seemingly lost on Don Firth, though...he's soooooooo serious about taking on WAV!"

You're being smug again, Little Hawk. I generally consider you to be a pretty bright guy, so it really disappoints me when you do your Grand Lama on the Mountain Top act.

Here's the way it works with me, Little Hawk. David has developed an interest in folk music. That's good. So I seriously endeavor to give him good advice on how to go about it. He generally comes back with either some snotty remark, or more often, a complete non sequiter, as if he simply doesn't understand plain English (the native language of his "good English culture") or (and this thought has occurred to me from time to time) that he has a reading disability or is generally just a bit "simple."

When he goes totally off the rails with such things as suggesting that Americans should not sing folk songs from the British Isles or even songs and ballads that are traceable to the British Isles, but do the traditional music of America—"Amerindian chanting and drumming"—in my natural predilection for attempting to keep such willfully blind lemmings (Blind Lemming. Isn't that the name of an blues singer from times past?) such as David from running off the edge of the cliff and drowning themselves in the frigid waters of the Sea of Abysmal Ignorance, I make yet another attempt at getting him to shut his big yap and open his ears.

It is obvious, of course, that such attempts are an exercise in utter futility. Nevertheless, my benevolent nature demands that I press on. I may soon give it up, however, because, God knows, I have better things to do than spend my time and energy trying to rehabilitate the terminally stupid.

Pax vobiscum

Don Firth (note the halo!)