well a happy memory of visiting the club would have done for a start. s friendly and welcoming atmosphere. instead, more than once, I felt that I had brought my friends to an enclave musical Stalinists. rude, dismissive arrogant - and supremely ignorant of the world of working people. and frankly disinterested in the way they express themselves. only this abstract 'folkmusic' mattered - and -they needed to be told, which music the regime approved of.

folk is people. before its music. one is a noun - the others just an adjective. a very questionable one at that.