Music, it feels safe to say, is going to be free from now on. Regardless of legality or ethics it will only continue to become both cognitively and strategically easier to download whatever we want, whenever we want: the most we can hope for the future of this commodity is that its physical remains, so lovingly collected in another time, will one day end up in a museum somewhere. Indeed, Raymond Pettibon’s Black Flag LP covers already adorn totes and other gift store drivel at the Geffen MoCA; the prism rainbow from “Dark Side” is now known to an entire generation of tumblrs as the refined and tripadelic print on Ninja’s underwear. Does Roger Waters get a royalty check every time someone clicks on a Die Antwoord youtube? Best to not think about it.

As alien as the concept of purchasing a song will be to your hypothetical teenage grandson, I don’t think he or his physical media-starved ilk will ever, ever balk at the concept of purchasing a Stratocaster. The Strat will probably have a “share” button on it and only make dubstep chords but still: the desire to create music seems to be an inherent part of human nature. That’s why I think the musical instruments industry is a good long bet, every bit as good as the food and healthcare sectors.