Well, I'm afraid I'm as folky as they come:
* I have a flannel shirt or two,
* several denim work shirts,
* have both boots and sandals (which I often wear with hand-knit socks), but typically wear slip-on shoes,
* love jazz of most eras up to the 60s (but never developed the chops to play),
* am in three bands (one essentially a vocal trio with accompaniment doing frontier & western music, one a Civil War reenactment band, and one an electric folk-oriented band which has not yet had a paying gig),
* have been known to write my own songs and play 'em in public, from neo-folk-balladry to navel-examination meanderings to run-the-bastards-out-of-Washington political diatribes to love songs for the aging (or the ages, take your pick),
* know something like 15-20 banjo tunings and songs that go with 'em,
* have been known to expound on 'what folk music is and isn't,' and then play some Dylan piece, and
* have kept my day-job.

So I don't fit in the "un-folkie" category. I'll go quietly sit in the corner now (though I may play a tune on a Vietnamese Jew's harp, if you don't mind).

Bob Clayton