Our Brother Steve Suffitt posted the following on a mailing list, which though it circulates to a lage number of folks, only alows a small clique to answer back, not being one of them, as Steve invites an anwer, I will post it here... Steve no offence by this, but I really think you diss the like of Eric and I who DO complain about getting our propers, and if more of us did, we would not be treated like trash,... so to being with, here is Steve's piece...

"A real folksinger...

A real folksinger doesn't worry about bookings. A real folksinger creates his/her own venue. On street corners. In campgrounds. In parks.

In schools. At parties. At family gatherings. Wherever and whenever the opportunity arises. A real folksinger plays in hospitals, and hospices, and old age homes. A real folksinger plays in prisons, and libraries, and bus stations, and at street fairs. And a real folksinger doesn't whine and bellyache and complain because such and such club or festival wouldn't have him/her.

A real folksinger understands that folk music is not a genre. A real folksinger understands that any song can be a folksong. A real folksinger knows there is no such thing as singing a folksong wrong. If a real folksinger forgets the words, he/she makes up new ones on the spot. If a real folksinger can't quite remember the melody, he/she invents one that fits his/her own vocal style, perhaps flatting a 7th here, jumping an octave there, or changing a major key into a mountain modal.

A real folksinger never calls him/herself as a singer-songwriter. And yet a real folksinger is always writing songs to sing and singing the songs he/she writes. And a real folksinger doesn't write self-centered contemplate-one's-navel type songs. A real folksinger writes songs that tell interesting stories. Yes, real folksingers have written songs about bad relationships, but those songs include "Pretty Polly," "Banks of the Ohio," and "Rose Connelly"!

Real folksingers have written some of the greatest lines in the whole English language. Three examples:

Slowly, slowly, got she up,
And slowly drew she nigh him,
And all she said as she neared his bed,
Was, "Young man, I think you're dying."

Rise up, rise up, little Matty Groves,
And dress as quick as you can,
For never shall it be said in old England,
That I slew a naked man.

Dig the beets from the ground,
Cut the grapes from the vine,
To set on your table,
Your light sparkling wine.

A real folksinger borrows from others, and in turn expects that others will borrow from him/her. A real folksinger understands that all "anon" and "trad" songs had real live authors, and perhaps the greatest honor that can ever befall a real folksinger is to become the author of an anonymous/traditional song.

If a real folksinger wants to make money, he/she gets a job.

A real folksinger doesn't sing to an audience. A real folksinger gets the audience to sing. And if the audience whips out kazoos, tambourines, Jew's harps, and harmonicas and starts to play along, so much the better.

Please feel free to add your own comments.

--- Steve"


Frankly Steve, I think this is silly, a folksinger is one who sings to and for and from the people, and we deserve to be recognised for our tallents, and when we are asked to sing off mic to a big crowd, we should back each other and howl at the moon until we can sing truth to power.

Cheers and continued best wishes Larry

formatting revised and line breaks added by mudelf ;-)