You may well be right Les, but one has to ask why? I think there may be something in folk's DNA that is essentially oppositional and any thread with consensus is anathema to the traditional sensibility. Equilibrium, in folk terms, requires an eternal enemy to define it and give it vitality. 'The definition' is the perfect vehicle for this martial attitude, being both precise and somewhat vague, allowing the individual to project any personal mores, the Face of Garbo on which to write dreams.

For someone like me'sen who favours music of the tradition but sees 1954 as a bolt on accessory, a go-faster body kit on a venerable old car, it can seem that I'm not liking it in the proper way, my love being that of Penelope's suitors, a venal thing whereas in fact it is the Real Thing.