Maybe that will happen in those giant urban nightmares they call cities. I moved out of the decaying concrete jungle (Escape From L.A.!) and have been living in small towns for the past decade. Here, live music is made every night, spilling out onto the boardwalk and carried by the wind to brighten and invigorate minds old and new. Real music is an art that will survive the AI apocalypse, and perhaps be the last echo of our civilization, spreading out into the cosmos long after we're gone, and exchanting distant (alien) minds.