I've just returned from the Cambridge Folk Festival. It's always an absolute pleasure, this event. The music is gerr-ate of course, but it's the ancillary things that really make this festival stand out. The people one meets are just lovely - right-thinking, friendly and driven by the desire to be and to do good. I always leave the place with my faith in humanity restored. That's probably more important to me than the quality of the music available.
Having said that, the music is always brilliant. It's so good in fact that I always come away with feelings of colossal inadequacy. There is so much raw talent in folk. Even the foothills of success are awash with young players who just leave you for dead. It really takes something to make a mark in this world. It's a testament to the love and passion that these players possess for the form that they continue to play folk when any one of them could wander into a pop band and realise a professional career with no problems at all.
My hat is off.
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