I recall wandering into the back room of a certain pub back in 1979 with a friend, both of us post-punk / proto Goth Romantic, Marcia in heavy make-up, and dressed to kill, and being looked at in horror by the others who were making ready for the evening. They whispered amongst themselves and delegated one of their number to approach us.
'Er - actually - it's a Folk Club in here tonight,' he said, most put out as we sat at a corner table with out pints and fags.
'We know,' said Marcia. 'We've come to see The Watersons.'
'Oh - we thought - well - we don't usually get your sort in here - '
'Frost and Fire mate,' laughed Marcia. 'It's a f*cking classic. I was brought up with it.'
Of course back then your average folkie would have been in their late 20s (I was 17 / Marcia 15). Strange times, but typical of your friendly folk vibe, then as now.