Hidden Tracks
Dear Friend,
I’m home from a listening club.
It’s a group of friends who listen to music together. Phones off.
One album at a time.
No talking.
The way the album was made to be listened to.
The first album was Horses by Patti Smith, on vinyl, on a great sound system with JBL studio monitors. It brought me to tears to hear it that way—like Patti and her band were live in the room, playing their tight, transcendental, poetic punk rock.
I’d never heard the album like I did tonight.
The title track was hidden on the album version we listened to today.
It was something that bands and producers used to do.
It was perfect.
I went for dinner with Patrick, and I went on and on about the Quantum Age and the transitions we’re going through.
I spoke briefly with another friend who specialises in contracts and legal structures for corporations, and we agreed to have a chat about post-scarcity legal structures—what they might look like.
Imagine corporations whose goals are to shift from scarcity and competition to post-scarcity and co-creation.
Why not?
The austerity model.
Competitive.
Extractive.
Is only a story.
Stories change.
When we tell new ones.
Here’s the next section of my personal peace manifesto.
It’s a new story.
Different from the one my Mam and Dad told.
Something new.
Here’s to that.
Till tomorrow
Love
Mikey