Sex. Many years ago (I think it was in the same galaxy) I found myself in Colorado, seeking girls (I was between high school and college at the time). Somebody tipped me off to the fact that square dances were full of girls looking for guys. Great fun.

When I returned to New York, I found that there just weren't any square dances. In desperation, I fdecided to call my own. AND, since record cost money and I didn't have any, I borrowed a guitar, learned a couple of chords and took up singing calls.

When the 1948 elections were impending, someone (female) dragged me to a Progressive Party Rally, where some odd types (Seeger, Guthrie, LeadBelly) were singing. I was hooked.

I'm not convinced that folk music is as good as sex, but it makes a fine accompaniment.