The Rabbit Hole Goes Deep…

On my next album, one of the songs is about programmable money (I haven’t chosen a title yet). It’s a deep rabbit hole. In the very, very early days of Bitcoin, I was was a proponent of crypto. It was a form of currency that existed outside of the financial system.

However, anything new that gains traction in this world gets infiltrated.

I am no longer a proponent of crypto. This exposes some of what is going on behind the scenes:

My Next Album

One of the songs that I am working on for my next album is tentatively titled “Spraying Our Air, Spraying Our Food.” They’re doing more than just spraying:

More Escalation

Largest strike on oil tankers since World War 2

The Crisis Kept Building

I just posted that the best case scenario is almost a zero percent chance of happening. From “Why Weren’t We Warned”:

“The crisis kept building“

Hollow Promises Every Day

Here’s a couple of lines from my song “Why Weren’t We Warned”:

“But the truth was kept hidden,
The lies in control.
The crisis kept building,
Why weren’t we told?”

The political class that is in control has already created an oil crisis. That’s already baked into the cake, so to speak. The batter has been mixed and is currently in the oven. There’s no way to remove the eggs and get them back. We’ve past that point.

The best case is that all military actions (it’s politically forbidden to call it war) stop right now (almost zero percent chance of that) and the world spends the next year rebuilding destroyed energy infrastructure.

As a realist who simply tries to have an accurate read on geopolitical events, I do not believe that the best case scenario will be the outcome.

The lies continue. The story controlled. Hollow promises issued daily. The truth is being kept hidden:

Escalation is Escalating

Here’s a couple of lines from my song “Why Weren’t We Told”:

“The warnings were there,
But who would behold?
The crisis kept building,
Why weren’t we told?”

Today is Tuesday, the day after the Labor Day holiday in the U.S., which is the traditional end of summer. All of the summer play time has now passed and the focus becomes back work.

Summer is typically a season of leisure: important things can wait, it’s time to have fun! The Labor Day passes and it time for that sharp transition from being focused on leisure to being focused on current events of significance.

As I scan the news of the day, I see that escalation is escalating. The global economy is still a freight train going full speed ahead into an oil crisis. Here’s just one of the many signs which are all there:

Ghost Trails of the Mind

My song Ghost Towns of the Mind went live on Spotify and Apple Music today. To celebrate, I figured I’d share a story about ghost trails of my mind.

I’ve been a passionate skier for more than 4 decades. A lot has changed over the years. Ghost Towns of the Mind contains these two lines in the chorus:

“I travel their trails when I close my eyes…
In the ghost towns of the mind.”

The ghost trail that I travel in my mind is Narrow Gauge at Sugarloaf. If you’ve ever skied at the Loaf, you know that Narrow Gauge is still there. So why do I call it a ghost trail?

Well in 1980, the year that I skied the Loaf more than any other year, Narrow Gauge was not what it is today. Back then there was a TRUE headwall in that trail. Many ski resorts claim to have a headwall, but today’s headwalls simply cannot compare. It was the absolute gnarliest headwall anywhere. Period.

100 feet of extremely steep rock ledge that was the furthest thing from being skier-friendly.

It is an extremely well known fact in the skiing community that east coast resorts can be notoriously icy. Depending upon the track of the storm, east coast resorts can and often do get rainstorms in the winter, followed by a cold front that freezes all the water.

As steep and as challenging as Narrow Gauge used to be, it was still relatively skiable when there was adequate snow cover. But being on the east coast, every winter has a rainstorm or two. As soon as a soaking rain hit the Loaf, the headwall at Narrow Gauge would literally become an ice fall. After that, snow pretty much wouldn’t accumulate on the headwall as it would slide off, be rapidly skied off by the first few skiers of the day, or be blown off. (Am I implying that Sugarloaf can get windy at times? 😉)

After that first winter rain, it was basically over for anyone attempting to ski Narrow Gauge, except, of course, for the courageous and the stupid (I’m not sure where I land on that scale!)

It was not uncommon on a Saturday morning to see hundreds of people jammed up at the top of the headwall in absolute horror looking over the edge in disbelief. Over 90% of them would end up taking off their skis and ever so slowly try to make their way down the headwall on their hands and knees.

I still have that image burned permanently in my memory.

The old Narrow Gauge is a ghost trail that I can only visit in my mind…