MY dear new pal... As you see, this topic has come up on many occations, in fact, just recently. You have not stepped into a victorian gentlemans club... you have entered the dark and dangerous realm of folk, populated, not only by the gentlefolk with tape recorders, doing field work, but the real unwashed and crunchy folk who make and sing and play the... music.
A lot of the BS, comes from those of us, the demi mond of the road, with dirt under our fingernails, behind our ears, and on our resumes... who are mad (crazy) or mad (angered) enough to make our lives on the music grindstone. As I recently said, in the last of these posts, our music is closely tied to what our interests and madness stems from the BS of our day. So, set asside your port wine for an instant, put a black cloth over your portrate of Maggie and the Queen (I don't want to see what they are up to in that picture anyway!!!!) and come give us a hug and have a pint of the real prolitarian stuff with us (diet coke for me!) The water is fine, dear brother, and the music is better.
Don't mind a bit of ribbing...
and between the two of us, (don't tell the others..) I am not a fan of Maggie or Ronny, but I am a wee bit put off by jokes about them, though I have a sneeking suspician that Ronny, Maggie and Dennis have made a few off color jokes about the likes of us!)
Well, I am off to mars on the wings of a little hawk... Larry