from an avid i aint going back to no club againer, yes folk clubs are killed, they are killed by the very people who attend them, with the stupid rules and regulations, ideas set in stone, when will people see what they are doing, we as humans are not perfect, no music is perfect for everyone, the sit down and shut up while the demigod is on stage , or chair in the corner, brigade should look around at the real world where people attend venues and can go to the loo, go to the bar, without the ssshhhh , oh i cant hear above the sound of your breathing farting drinking page turning moving in your seat , and for gods sake dont show you are enjoying yourself by that noisy smile on your face, and cant you keep your beard, hair coat, shoes, change in your pocket quiet. oh my god that person pronounced a word wrong and oh how dreadfull was that a change of note in the song, guitar solo , call the folk police and have them locked up for ever.
people have to hone their skills, so where do they have to go, some far of island in the outer hebrides playing till the sheep, cattle dont run away anymore, sit there in some garret on the west bank of the siene as the artistes of old did, until some person of great knowledge says ok you can play in our club, but dont you change nothin or play a bum note or by god, i will shake my beard at you and remove my arrun sweater in temper, and i may even throw my sandal at you. for f**cks sake wake up, enjoy the company of like minded people around you have FUN oh sorry the folk police stopped fun didnt they.