I mean that in a sense of enrichment: monetary wealth, physical pleasure, spiritual growth, political success.
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My wife and I were at a Tony Blair dinner a few years ago. The former British prime minister was showing slides of his brief “rock” year(s), vanning around musical gear for a band during the early 1970s.
Mr. Blair was bringing up the rear in terms of our subjective age arc during the free-spirited late ’60s and into the early 1970s; he was born in 1953 and did not get his band’s van into gear until 1970 or 1971.
Richard Branson, Robert Friedland, Steve Wozniak, Bruce Springsteen, Rob McEwen: so, each of these bosses is more spot-on thant Tony for this beatnik age-arc: these sparked self-starters enjoyed (or not) their formative years during those “witch” years. Each of these just-named folks, I believe, emerged in 1950 and printed age 17 as their birthmarks during the season(s) of Donovan’s witch.
[For the purpose of associating youthful spirit and initiative with a liberating and occasionally life-shortening potions of the late 1960s, we could reach back into birth years of the late 194os if we wished; that wraps in Michael Bloomberg, George Lucas and other creative and commercial successes.
We also could step forward a few years, ensuring that those a little too young in ’67 or ’68 or ’69 still benefited from remade seasons of the witch: Mr. Blair, Gina Rinehart, Steve Jobs, Gennady Timchenko and Vladimir Putin, Jackie Chan and so forth.]
So, having just viewed one of San Francisco’s Summer of Love museum exhibits this summer of 2017, I thought I would somehow make good on our TCR Network charter of occasionally (rarely) linking lifestyle, art or current affairs with our quest for monetary wealth.
I was a few years too young to even pretend teenage form during the late 1960s. [As a reference, my first rock concert was Alice Cooper‘s Billion Dollar Babies tour in 1972 or ’73, NYC. That many-city jaunt at the time was the world’s highest-grossing rock concert tour.] Stepping forward in time, a young teen offspring’s first rock concert here on the west coast USA, cannily, was The Boss and his East Street Band seven or eight years ago in Silicon Valley, California. During that Springsteen concert, our boy and les parents were sitting next to a fellow from Monterey, California. The man’s age had sent him to the Vietnam War in the late 1960s-early 1970s; he lost a leg.
I do not know where else to go with this report except to say that there are, across our investing landscape, a few who deserve to be The Boss. One of them is Mr. Friedland of Ivanhoe Mines I (Mongolia) and Ivanhoe Mines II (Africa). (We own Ivanhoe shares.)
A few others, too, exist in our investing gallery at TCR Network. For example, I’d like to say Jay Flatley (born in 1952), a genomics biz pioneer down in La Jolla (San Diego), but I no longer own Illumina shares and rarely discuss genetic sequencing. By the by, I would like to add some women to this informal linkage of beatnik success and I will work at that, I assure you.
My parting note has to do with this 1966 Grateful Dead Avalon Ballroom handbill that hangs on one of our walls. The photo is just above. Yep, I count myself as a five-time Dead attendee, maybe six times since I first saw ’em at the Beacon Theater, NYC, in 1974 or ’75. That was then. Last time was in Silicon Valley at their Jerry-less finale shows two summers ago.
[I recall another of the teen offspring here at home counts this Fare Thee Well show as her first rock concert; I’ll check that.] The point is that (thanks to the gift of a dear friend and calculating stock market chartist and investor, Kevin in Los Angeles), we here at home are lucky to have had this iconic Summer of Love-ish handbill in the family since 1999 or so. Back then, this handbill was priced at maybe $50. These days, according to SF Rock Posters, the print’s price starts at $1,000 USD and goes higher from there.
For what it is worth.
Noted: [Distributed earlier to TCR Network]
Until we see gold (and platinum, copper, other metals, continue their rightful recoveries to higher ground, I am comfortable owning small and profitable producers of metals, and the roy-cos as I call ’em; these companies’ shares are outpacing the explorers this northern hemisphere summer of 2017.
So: I own and have for many years Atico Mining (Colombia copper and gold producer); Orosur Mining (Uruguay producer of gold and looking finally to kick rocks at that Colombia gold (gypsum, etc) mine I visited and it owns at Anza in Antioquia); and more recently (seven months ago), Pasinex Resources (direct-shipping ore that contains zinc, lead and silver from a Turkey mine.) Steve Williams, a transplanted Australian to Ontario, Canada, is CEO. Outside shot, I believe, that Pasinex will unveil a stock dividend, or a cash one, soon. (PSE in Canada ticker and trades in Germany as PNX.)
Among the roy-cos: EMX Royalty, Metalla Royalties & Streaming, Abitibi Royalties, Angkor Gold (holder of Mesco Gold Mine net-smelter return) and others.
On cheap heap today | Monday August 14, 2017: Newrange Gold taking it on its Nevada chin and down 11 percent — lots of warrant holders probably selling the outperforming stock; Trilogy Metals, which I do not own, coming back to a more reasonable copper meltdown point — will keep an eye on the Alaska copper-gold developer (TMQ ticker).
Supreme (Court?) speculative: still waiting to see if our uranium lotto ticket pays off later this summer or early autumn: Virginia Energy Resources. (VUI ticker Canada and VEGYF in USA) Please refer to earlier TCR Network reports for the risks and possible payoffs for the Coles Hill property in the state of Virginia, USA.
Please shout if you absolutely must own your own handbill. They are too rich right now for my wallet, but not for our walls.
— Thom Calandra