Monday, January 10, 2011

The Folk Club

I love folk clubs. I spend most of my late teens and early 20's in folk clubs. Rather hoping to regenerate that interest, I went to one such last night. A quick caricature would be "three Aran sweaters siging The Wild Rover". Indeed, nearly every song sung contained the word "rover" in the lyrics and - I listened carefully - at no time was "rover" preceded by "land" or "my dog".
Don't get me wrong; I have no problem with traditional folk but this was a bit OTT.
Kate Rusby, where were you when I needed you?

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