On Thursday, during our music night,(which turned out to be more diverse than usual) the drunk in the corner asked me to sing "My Way". I smiled and apologised for not knowing the song or how to play it (to avoid any thoughts of accompanying him whilst he sang it!)
My initial reaction was annoyance that this guy wanted to hear a crass song like that, and that he didn't understand about the folk and blues that we were playing, but when Ian was doing the Chicken song, I realised that our philosophy of accepting all kinds of music and encouragement of musicians of all abilities should have included his request.
I really hate that song, and it's associations, but is it the folk music of the future?
Did drunks ask wandering minstrels to play greensleeves all the time, when they really wanted to get to grips with the most up-to-date ballads?
I feel bad for refusing him, and worse for despising his taste in music.
Opinions, Please!!
Cheers, Bron.