On being distributed

Seth Godin tells a story of Keith Richards telling a story of Charlie Watts and Mick Jagger
http://t.co/NP3mCCA

And it just goes to show that realities differ...

As told by Seth:
After a night of drinking, Mick saw Charlie asleep and yelled, "Is that my drummer? Why don't you get your arse down here?"
Richards continues, "Charlie got dressed in a Savile Row suit, tie, shoes, shaved, came down, grabbed him and went boom! Don't ever call me "your drummer" again. You're my ... singer."
No drummer, no stones.

Now if the drums had voice...
If we were a bit less androcentric...
If an ANT analysis was being undertaken, we might also have it said ...

You are nothing without me, you bang around as much as you like, but without drums you are no drummer

No drums, no drummer, no drummer, no Stones.

We shape our tools, and thereafter our tools shape us (Marshall McLuhan)
Identity is made in association