I'll never forget one of my first ever folk festivals, with the young, fresh and not very traditional acoustic band I played in. I should have know we were in for a rough ride when we came on after the local hero, and the compere simply said "follow that.. if you can"

During the set I was having trouble keeping my guitar in tune. Afer a particularly long period of turning the pegs I announced it was "close enough for folk"

I learned what two hundred people simultaneously drawing in breath in disapproval sounds like...