I feel like folk shows are getting the short end of the stick. It takes an extra push to convince my friends that they really can be fun and worthwhile because in their minds these shows are exclusively comprised of dads and their banjos. Of course, it certainly didn’t used to be that way–think Woodstock of the Last Waltz. Somewhere along the line, it seems there’s was a paradigmatic role reversal and gradually, nobody thought folk music was cool or exciting anymore. But anyone at the Sinclair on Friday night can say with conviction that those dupes are missing out.