Reactions of various people to finding out one sings folk can vary.

Slight drift: I am reminded of the bit in a Kingsley Amis novel, where the young guy meets a bird he fancies, and offers to fetch her a drink. >small>(From memory) "As he went to the bar, he wondered who she was, and what she was. Not that it mattered; with looks like that, even if she turned out to be a folksinger he was going to screw her".

~M~