But oh dear, sometimes we're not.
Last night was a case in point: we went to see Martin Carthy and Dave Swarbrick at the Junction in Cambridge. Swarbrick in particular is a legend in the British Folk scene.
We left at the interval.
It was all that is wrong with Folk music: traditional tunes rendered inert under a peatbed of respectful seriousness. We didn't quite have the singer with a finger in his ear, but Carthy spent almost all the time retuning his guitar and still being out of tune. I spent some of the time waiting for the interval trying to appreciate the guitar technique, but it wasn't anything special.
No, not for us. There are obviously people who do like it, judging by the few seats unfilled, but not us.
Contrast that with the gig we went to last Friday: Megson. They were performing in our local church as part of the Royston Arts Festival. They also do Folk, they also do Traditional songs, but they play with life coming out of every note they play. They too are a duo, in this case Stu Hanna and Debbie Hanna-Palmer, but they provide a much fuller performance. Perhaps it's that they're young, but they know that above all music must live.
The upside of going to the Junction is that I bought tickets for Megson's performance there in November, which will be the third time we'll have seen them this year. (The first being when they opened the Cambridge Folk Festival this year - before that we'd never heard of them.)
So tonight, it's Distraction Club night, a melange of performances, some of which we know and will love, some of which will be new to us.