We all like to think we are in the know.
We know important things.
Things that those not in the know don’t even know they don’t know.
A few code words and we know from their reaction, or lack of it, if others are in the know or not.
We soon know if they know.
We know whether or not they merit entry into the In Crowd.
If it’s square, brother we ain’t there!
In music, especially, there are communities of In Crowds.
I know some of these communities very well.
The Bluegrass buffs who can list, alphabetically, chronologically or by instrument every member of every incarnation of Bill Monroe’s Blue Grass Boys.
The Jazzbos who can do the same for Art Blakey’s Jazz Messengers.
The walkin’ talkin’, don’t interrupt me, Beatles completists who tell you solemnly that if you weren’t at their Port Sunlight show on 18 August 1962…