So this is where the Sour Grapes Club is meeting this week!

Face it, gang, the youth of America and the World walked out on folk and traditional music and cozied up to the likes of Jacko years ago. They ain't coming back. Call him a pervert, a weirdo, it won't matter. A thousand times as many kids can sing the words to his albums than ever even heard of the Child Ballads. Even disgraced and dead, he's making more money than any of us ever imagined--so break out the Tequila and sing me a sad one, cause I need to cry, and it ain't for him--