The joke goes something like this: Two Old-Time oldtimers are taking their sweet old time on a morning constitutional through the sunny glades of Clifftop. They pass a tent with a fiddle-and-bongo duo. “That ain’t Old-Time,” says the one. “Nope,” says the other. In the next tent, a cello is joined by a Dixieland jazz band. “That ain’t Old-Time,” says the one. “Nope,” says the other. From the third tent, they hear a G-tune with an Em in the high part. “That ain’t Old-Time,” says the one. “Well, hold on now,” says the other. The two never speak again.

In an alternate version, the last line of dialogue is, “What is Old-Time anyway?”

–Thus begins John Crutchfield’s latest belletristic foray into the muck of ethno-musicology. To read the full article and leave a spicy comment, visit oldtime-central.com, or just click here.