I saw MacColl once and he didn't sing one traditional song rather used the opportunity to bore a bewildered audience with his self-written political songs which supposedly spoke for Black South Africans suffering under Apartheid. Embarrassingly atrocious. The only song I remember Peggy Seeger doing that night was a dreary singalong ditty about the radioactivity of tobacco. I came away numb and depressed feeling as if I'd witnessed the death of folk music; fortunately Peter Bellamy was on hand later in the month to bring it back to life again... Happy days, eh?