That kind of thing is why I so rarely go to "acoustic music" sessions around here. People of the buspass generation playing stuff I got bored with 40 years ago, and nothing else. The musical version of what Samuel Beckett described:

life begins to ram her fish and chips down your gullet until you puke, and then the puke down your gullet until you puke the puke, and then the puked puke until you begin to like it