Fatuous? Bleedin' hell, Jim - this a celebration of the dynamics of human collective vernacular creativity here. I used to work at a youth club in a ex-mining village. One girl, aged 12 or so, would bring her Karaoke Machine along and amaze everyone by singing her own songs to the pre-recorded backing tracks, which struck me as pretty significant on all sorts of levels. One hand the Celebrity Machine grinds away, but on the other, as with Football, the kids in the backstreet are still dazzling with their innate understanding of the craft in hand. In a Manchester music store (Forsyths) the other week I excused a protracted drooling session over the display of Fender Jazz & Precision bass guitars by listening to a young lad ripping his way through entire chunks of Piper at the Gates of Dawn on one of those weird looking Danelectros. Made me smile anyway - albeit with a consideration of the function & necessity of a Vernacular Traditional Music, if not the actual content, which is, in any case, immaterial to the overall process &, more importantly, experience of the thing. I assumed the stuff he played that I didn't recognise, though of a similar idiom, was his own compositions, or else improvised accordingly...