Another year, another COVID-driven cancellation of the mayhem that is usually happening this week in San Francisco, generally known as the JP Morgan Healthcare Conference. As I thought about the negatives (missing friends, missing opportune key meetings, missing major news events), and the positives (no $200 coffee klatches, no sweaty crowds, no foot pain and no rainy treks between meetings), my thoughts somehow came out in my head to the tune of the Sounds of Silence. Weird, I know, but here it is for your reading/listening pleasure. The Sounds of Finance JP Morgan my old friend It seems we’ve skipped this year again Because a virus is broadly sweeping At the Westin no one is sleeping And the table that I fought hard to obtain Still remains Yet all the men are tieless On city streets I walk alone No one texting my cell phone With no blisters and no foot cramps And for once it’s sunny and not damp And my eyes were grabbed by the lack of a coffee line Which blew my mind Yet no one talking science And in the SF light, I saw Three normal people, maybe four People walking without shrieking Bankers absent, tourists visiting Union Square with no throngs on benches never shared And no one dared State their forward guidance "Guys" said I, "You did not show. We need to talk about cash flows Hear my plans that I might raise bucks Tell me that my pitch deck really sucks” But my words, like crypto prices fell Despite debt owed We’ll leave with no alliance Healthcare leaders swore and prayed Knowing funds might be delayed And at Starbucks no one swarming No talk of healthcare reforming And the sign said, “The words of management are now available on zoom calls Not in these halls.” And thus we start this year in finance.