Mysha: How about "we all play the guitar. His is electric" (pointing a disdainful finger...)
Actually, I've nothing against electric guitars - always wanted a Tele (shock horror revelation), but I'd use it for things other than what I usually play. Always fancied playing folk rock (even bigger SHR). But I hate using amplification for the music I normally play, and will avoid it where possible - although I have had a mike shoved in my face mid-song by a club organiser who seemed to think it was necessary (it wasn't) which must have sounded very strange, since she didn't do the same for the harmonium. Rock (including all its hybrids) has always been an amplified genre. Folk hasn't. So there seems to me to be no need for words like 'unplugged', which sre often used in a completely meaningless way, which was what sfmans was talking about at the beginning of the thread.
Hypothetical incident: I went shopping, and entered a shop with a sign saying 'Joe Bloggs Grocer'. It was a bike shop.
True incident: I went to a club callng itself '----- Unplugged. Everything was plugged in.
Another true incident: I went to a club calling itself '------ Folk and Blues'. Nobody played any blues, and of 15 or more floor singers, only about three played anything you might call folk. Somebody came up to me afterwards and said "wasn't a bad night was it?". I commented on there not being any blues, to which he replied "no - there's no folk some nights either".
Some posters here are telling us we should accept all this, as it's the way things are going; in fact glueman tells us it's necessary to avoid 'Lynn Truss's finger-wagging school maam in all of us'. If it's in all of us, then why should we keep quiet? That means we are being pushed where we don't want to go, by some ignorant minority. I could go on at some length ("as usual", I hear someone say) citing examples, but to be brief; I don't understand a lot of what I read or hear these days. This has nothing to do with age, or mental ineptitude, and I am not alone - not by a very long way. It seems as though we are heading toward a precipice in a car with no steering, no brakes, and no reverse gear (how often do you hear codswallop such as "you can't turn back the clock"?). And somebody needs to try and switch the bloody motor off in the vain hope that the caaa
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J. Truss. Undertaker.