Ah! the good old days when summers were warm and skies were blue. All was well in the folk world. We knew what folk was and were certain it could not be bettered.
As we slip quietly into old age we are disturbed by the young guns who challenge our perceptions of our beloved music. We cherish older singers, even though we know in our hearts they are past their sell by dates.
The old are free to live in the past, but we should not try to impose our past on the youngs' future.
john