It's worth pausing and reflecting on what the folk music scene was like when we were young - in my case, well over 40 years ago (in the UK).

At the first club I ever went to - the "Lancaster Folk Stir" - around 1964, I was probably the youngest person there. The club was a sort of descendant of what had been the local folk dance society, and was run by a very middle class middle-aged lady called Gladys Parkinson and her equally middle-class, middle-aged friends. And very pleasant and welcoming people they were - even if they, perhaps, weren't too sure about the Bob Dylan imitators who started to come along to the club.

I wonder how they would have replied to the question "Will trad music die when we do?" at that point in time? I don't think they would have been able to answer it - and I don't think we can either. I see a mixture of ages at the sessions and singarounds I go to - from people in their 20s and 30s to old buggers like me, the latter-day Mrs. Parkinson...