Picture a smoky club. The spill of the stage light, hushed chatter, and the chiming of glasses and plates carrying good drinks and passable food punctuate the mood.

A well-worn house mic and PA are the vessel. This is a space to create and connect.

A true experiment in agile creativity. A completely fresh offering. Like a song with no melody. A verse with no meter.

An abundance of logic has gotten us only so far. Could this be different?

Join me in this very agile experiment. Unfiltered. Unedited. Raw, as it happens.

This week, I’ve been thinking about fences.