Unschooled art done in such a way that makes it something. I dunno. But like the Polish guy sat on a beer crate outside Morrisons in Chorlton, he crouches with a violin while badly (or not badly) but off key he plays your Jingle Bells and Silent Night and I gave him 20 pence cos it made me feel: Man, to make art like this guy like in that film My Son, My Son What Have Ye Done? where Brad Macallam hears this crackly old blues tune and he says something I forget but it refers to the kind of raw blood in the heart of this tune. I wish I knew what Brad Macallam says now cos it's important.