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All That You Dream

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“I’ve been down, but not like this before”

— Lowell George

As matters have evolved, I’m forced to make good on my threat to continue down the track list from Little Feat’s “Waiting for Columbus”. But not for reasons indicated in last week’s installment. There, I’d warned of such an outcome if I didn’t see a bunch of you birds hitting my twitter account. And it’s true that the response to this plea continues to be less than overwhelming.

But that’s not why I’m moving on to “All That You Dream.” The plain truth is that on Wednesday night, I actually had a dream – and I’m not kidding here – about Value at Risk (VaR).

I’ll spare you some of the more gruesome details of the fantastic journey upon which I entered while slumbering on 17 May, 2018. But a brief summary is perhaps in order. It involved an accusation of an incorrect calibration of the stepdown factor in the exponential decay function, causing an over-estimation of the 99th Confidence Interval estimate, and (as would be the inevitable outcome of such a misadventure) the loss of untold sums of wealth.

In the dream, I served as a bystander to these proceedings, which is only rational. I mean, after all, the mere prospect of someone such as myself committing such an amateurish blunder is beyond even the scope of slumbering fantasy. Rest assured, though, that I was in close enough proximity to understand that feelings ran high on both sides, and that matters were rapidly trending towards violence.

Then I woke up.

Perhaps I can ascribe some blame for the above-described fit of madness on the fact that it was Blockchain Week in New York (also known, alliteratively, as the CoinDesk Consensus Conference). Here, 8,000 delegates, along with their crews and side-pieces, descended upon the New York Hilton to pay obeisance to this newfangled techno-theology. Lamborghinis buzzed 6th Avenue on a ‘round the clock basis. Tchotchke bags of bling state not witnessed since the dot.com bubble littered the landscape. Parties, to which I was not invited. raged until dawn, and while I can’t say for sure, my guess is that many participants managed to make good on any short-term romantic escapades they were seeking.

The nerd revolution, like Douglas MacArthur to the Philippines in WWII, has returned.

Does it all mean anything, I mean, besides being: a) one swell party and b) an opportunity for some slick operators to stuff their pockets full of money and then exit stage left while the rest of us hang around to clean up the mess? Well, I reckon it does. Beyond all the blather, what we’re talking about is using newly available technologies to upgrade the manner in which commerce is conducted, and I believe that such concepts inevitably succeed. There’ll be some pushback, yes – particularly in the United States where economic rent-seeking agents living off the status quo will do all in their power to postpone their day of reckoning. But come it will. Perhaps more rapidly in regions such as Asia-Pacific, where, in the regions less developed nations, fewer than a quarter of the populous have bank accounts but All God’s Children have a smart phone, and will use it to conduct crypto finance.

Recent published reports suggest, for instance, that commercial agents in the People’s Republic of China are even at this moment developing a blockchain framework for the purchase and sale of tea. If they’re successful, it might create one of the most scalable business opportunities of all time, because, you know (and forgive me here) there’s a lot of tea in China.

But for the present, the masses are forced to contend with longstanding traditional markets, such as those for stocks, bonds, commodities and Foreign Exchange instruments. And it was indeed an interesting week in these old-school realms. To my considerable surprise, the US 10-Year Note not only traded above 3%, but retained that lofty threshold throughout. Its big sister, the 30 Year Bond, breached the unthinkably usurious level of 3.25% on Thursday, a 4-year high. Presumably in delighted solidarity, USD continued on the upward slope of a recently formed V-bottom and that rally looks like it has legs. Brent Crude hit $80/bbl – also a multi-year high — before backing off some on Friday.

It appear, in summary, that these most critical non-equity market factors have breached technical thresholds, and if the chartists have their day, will continue to run in similar directions for some time before they pause for a well-earned rest. But one never knows.

Fundamentals are also lending a hand. This past week, Industrial Production, the Empire State Manufacturing Survey, the Philadelphia Fed’s Business Outlook Survey and the National Association of Home Builders Housing Index all clocked in above expectations. The Atlanta Fed’s GDPNow tracker surged past 4% for Q2. New Jobless Claims – particularly population-adjusted — are tracking at an all-time low, and Continuing Clams are disappearing at an astonishing rate:

I’ll throw one more in for you – the above-mentioned Chinese are in a frenzied quest for the ownership of apples – apparently at the expense of their equity holdings:

If I didn’t know better, I’d say that the upward movements in the USD and domestic yields are rationally attributable to an exceptionally rosy economic outlook, which portends higher rates and a more attractive case for the conversion of other forms of fiat currency into Dead Prez. But one lurking question continues to vex me:

Why now?

The stone cold ballers with whom I roll have been anticipating just such a paradigm for many months, and, until just this week, have been more or less disappointed. And I’m just not yet convinced that we’ve suddenly entered a sweet spot, where the trends they teach in economic text books, ignored for so long, are suddenly to be followed.

Then there’s the equity market. I’m sentimental enough to believe that the narrative set forth above would carry forward to the stock-trading universe, but if so, I’d have been disappointed. Equities remain stuck in the narrow channel first formed after the recovery from the February debacle.

There are any number of reasons why the guys and gals on the stock desks are refusing to follow the script. They include justifiable worries that we’ve hit peak earnings, that the energy rally creates considerable negative offsets to Tax Reform, that Emerging Markets – particularly in the Americas, are showing signs of economic collapse, and that all of this trade brinksmanship is an ill wind that blows no good to any investors.

My personal favorite argument is the one that suggests the U.S. economy will quiver and perhaps crumble under the weight of > 3.5% yields on the 10-year note. The disappearance of “easy money” will cripple innumerable debt-sensitive enterprises, and the irresistible allure of higher returns on U.S. Treasuries will crowd out flows to the stock market. OK; I get it, but I’m a little leery of this hypothesis as well. We’re all in pretty bad shape if the economy can’t support nominally higher borrowing costs, but suppose we can’t? Well, then, stocks are likely to tumble, and, if the plot holds, investors will rush into the warm embrace of Good Old American Debt. If so, then yields will come back to earth, taking borrowing costs down with them, and giving a boost to equities. Then it will be lather, rinse repeat.

I suspect what ails the equity markets falls more under the heading of political risk – both here and abroad – and that there simply is very little justification for an upward surge (or, for that matter, a nasty reversal) at this moment. But I’ve been warned off getting too political here, so I won’t (get too political, that is). Suffice to say that equity investors are in “show me” mode, and the next opportunity to respond to the Missouri crowd won’t come until after the quarter is over, so I reckon we’ll just have to wait, and I’ll retain my call that the indices will hold to their narrow ranges for now.

Who knows? The wait might actually pay off. If so “all that you dream will come through shining/silver lining…”

But as for me, all that I dream about these days is VaR. And I’m doing something about it. In honor of my somnolent hallucinations, and given the fact that they transpired during Blockchain Week, I’ve asked my guys to develop a Value at Risk Module for Blockchain and crypto, and they haven’t disappointed.

We’d be delighted to show it to you if you’re so inclined.

It might come in handy – sooner than you think.

TIMSHEL

Mondo Fugazi

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Welcome to Mondo Fugazi, my friends, where Fugazis abound – so much so that some of the Fugazis are actually Fugazi Fugazis, and are thus actually the real thing. Look around. Stay as long as you like. Stay forever if you will. But stay on your toes, because in Mondo Fugazi, the bona fide and the implausible blend into a dizzying vortex, which, if you’re not careful, could suck you dry.

Fugazi, of course, is the Italian vernacular word for Fake. However, in general, I prefer the former, mostly because of the way it trips off the tongue. Try it yourself: say Fugazi out loud a few times. My guess is that you will never use the word Fake again.

We’re all tired of the English word anyway, right? Let’s begin, for instance, with the wearisome, dubious and oxymoronic concept of Fake News. I’m just sick of hearing about it, and, if pushed I’d go so far as to state my belief that Fake News is itself a Fugazi. Using the full-on Italian phrase: Notiza Fugazi – helps, but only a little. Besides, we’ve got Fugazi issues that extend well beyond Notazi. So let’s start to unpack them, shall we?

I wish to begin with Fake IDs, or, if you will, Identificaziones Fugazi. A long time ago, I was something of an expert on this topic. Wishing, around age 16, to prematurely join the adult world in those most meaningful of ways – purchasing alcohol and patronizing bars — my friends and I all thought it would be a swell idea to obtain identification suggesting we were older than we were. Our first sojourns in this realm took us to the iconic Maxwell Street, the open air marketplace on Chicago’s Near South Side (For the uninitiated, please refer to the Aretha Franklin sequence in “The Blues Brothers”). There, after making discreet inquiries, we were ushered to a beat up trailer, owned by a middle aged African American gentleman who had suffered severe burn damage across his face. He snapped our pictures and typed some information (including changing our birthdates) on to orange cards, ran them through a laminating machine, and charged each of us 10 big ones for the service.

We were ecstatic, but, predictably, the ruse didn’t work very well. A lot of bouncers laughed at us, and one actually confiscated our cards. So we were forced to move to Plan B. This took the form of surgically altering our driver’s licenses, by flipping the 9 (we were all born in 1959) into a 6. The strategy worked for a while, but eventually the bouncers got wise. They’d shine a flashlight on our official IL DLs, see the holes, and send us away to raid our fathers’ liquor cabinets.

At that point, there seemed to to do but wait out the unforgiving calendar. But then the unthinkable happened. Just as my 18th birthday was approaching, Illinois raised its drinking age to 21, adding 3 years to my hiatus. I took this very personally, and it was time for all-out war. I’m not particularly proud of this, but I was forced to resort to bona fide identity theft. Somehow, I was able, in addition to my restored driver’s license, to obtain an Official State ID (with my mug in the upper right hand corner) in the name of one Kenneth Costigan, a real guy whose birthday was sometime in September of 1956. Here, not only had I solved my most vexing longstanding problem, but I gained the added benefit of being able to walk into bars in my college turf of Madison, WI, and demand a free drink on my Fake ID birthdays. One Mad Town bartender was a bit stingy, and didn’t want to come across, but I insisted. So he poured me a shot of what I thought was standard (if bottom shelf) Vodka, which turned out to be 190-proof Pure Grain Alcohol.

I fell immediately ill and stayed in bed for the following week. And this, my friends, cured me of such proclivities. I have NOT turned back since, and had not even thought of the concept for many years. But recently, I have found myself the victim of a new form of Fake ID chicanery. Specifically, through the marvelous conveyance of CALLER ID (for which Verizon hits me for an extra couple of bucks), I can see, at the point of first ring, who’s trying to reach me. Unfortunately, a depressingly large number of my incoming calls are unwanted solicitations for such products as extended warranties on cars I don’t own, refinancing plans on outstanding student loan debt that I managed somehow to retire in 1992, and instant access lines of credit. OK; fine. I get it. I’m a capitalist through and through, and believe (albeit with some caveats) in the principles of caveat emptor. However, many recent calls show IDs clearly intended to deceive. Just in the last couple of weeks, my phone has been lit up with caller identifications that have included Fox News, New York Presbyterian Hospital, Music Mogul Clive Davis (who still owes me a major label recording contract) and even actor Lloyd Bridges (who died in 1998).

With respect to the last of these, when the phone rang, instead of Lloyd’s golden pipes, my ears were assaulted by the recording of a female voice speaking rapidly in what I am assuming was Spanish, but can’t be sure. I tested my theory by shouting Fugazi, but her only response was to hang up on me.

So Identificazione Fugazi has clearly entered the information age, and it strikes me that there’s too much of this type of thing going on lately.

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I returned from dinner on Friday night to a phone notification that the North Koreans had suspended large portions of their nuclear testing programs. Was this Notazi Fugazi? Only time will tell, I suppose. All the news outlets confirmed the report, so perhaps there’s something there. But I recognize that the next time a welcoming proclamation issues forth from L’il Kim or his forebears is followed up with constructive action will be the first, so I’m a l’il skeptical on that score.

I am wondering how the markets will react to these tidings, but it’s the weekend so I really don’t know. Certainly it shades towards the accretive, but in Mondo Fugazi, one never knows.

As we retired on Friday, the Equity Complex had bounced around over the preceding week with little to show for its efforts:

But one element, of the action, the technicals, has a strong ring of non-Fugazi authenticity. Over the past several weeks, the Gallant 500 has dropped twice to the menacing breach of the 200 Day Moving Average, only to bounce jauntily in the aftermath. Conversely, the index has clawed back towards the 50 and 100 Day thresholds, it has been beaten back like a little you know what.

This here looks like a tough channel to break. Equity Markets appear to like the 2650 – 2700 range, and despite the somewhat Fugazi-like concerns about excessive volatility, it’s unclear to me that it is likely to break out in either direction any time soon. On the other hand, we’re in the middle of a content-rich information cycle, so stay tuned.

After a long hiatus, however, there appears to finally be some action in other Asset Classes. Over the last several sessions, yields on the U.S 30 Year Note careened past the 3% threshold, and even those precious Swiss Bonds sold off back into positive rate territory. The USD enjoyed its strongest week of the year, and commodities remain in play – mostly on upside.

Seemingly out of nowhere, All God’s Children are now concerned about the slope of the Yield Curve, which indeed have flattened to Olive Oyl thresholds, at both the short and long end of the maturity spectrum:

The Long Short and Flat of It: 2s/10s: 

10s/30s:

Textbook economic analysis suggests that such trends are indicators of weaker economic conditions on the near-term horizon. However, here in Mondo Fugazi, I believe we may need to throw out the textbooks, and look to a new roadmap. Specifically, I feel that the relationship between short and long-term Treasury debt has decoupled, and that as such, we must look to each component separately.

It strikes me that with respect to the faster-approaching maturities, a number of factors should work to suppress prices and place upward pressure on yields. We begin of course with stated Fed policy to lift rates, and even they would tell you that all of their juice is on the short end. In addition, as the Fed goes about the righteous path of reducing its gargantuan Balance Sheet, its main tool is allowing shorter term notes to mature without repurchase, in the process removing perhaps the most important buyer from the near-term equation. Heroic efforts have been made in this respect over the last year, with the value of the Fed’s Holdings plunging from $4.48T to the current $4.38T. That may not look like much in percentage terms, and in fact it’s not; it’s just a little over 2%. But it is a divestiture to the tune of $100B, and to yet again paraphrase the late, great Everett McKinley Dirksen (R, IL): $100 Billion here, $100 Billion there and it all starts to add up to real money.

Almost all of this reduction has transpired at the short end, and, of course, we still have a long way to go, because, even those 30 year bonds whose maturities look like dots in the distance will someday become short-dated notes.

Finally, with respect to near term Treasury obligations, you should be made aware that Mnuchin and Company are planning to auction off $275B of freshly minted obligations this week – almost all of them with maturities of two years or less. By my count this will bring total 2018 issuance to the threshold of $1 Trillion, and we’re not even 1/3rd of the way through this infernal year yet.

If this bothers you, I suggest you write your Congressman or President who green-lighted our monstrosity of a budget, and, in doing so, if you invoke the memory of the fiscally conservative Senator Dirksen, you’ll get no complaint from me.

Moving on to the longer-dated end of the curve, we face something of a stickier wicket. Most believe that on balance, the economy would benefit from higher extended rates, but it has been nearly impossible to effect this in the markets. Reasonable minds can disagree over root causes, but clearly the opacity of inflation trends are a contributing factor. In addition, it is my belief that all of that global QE has created a financial dynamic where there’s more money sloshing around than low-risk places to put it. Thus, for what seems like eons, no matter how much long-term debt a given developed country wishes to issue, it gets hoovered up in ravenous fashion.

So I think there are divergent dynamics at play across the yield maturity spectrum, with multiple factors causing upward yield pressure on shorter term securities, while improbable supply shortages bring gravitational pull to bear at the longer end.

For what it’s worth, I also continue believe that, at 50,000 feet, there’s a shortage of stocks as well, but I’ve backed off on mentioning this in light of the heightened volatility manifested over the last rolling quarter. Stocks can be risky (or so I’m told), and therefore subject to more capricious pricing patterns. For now, the risk premium remains sufficiently elevated to counter the supply/demand imbalance. But imagine a world where our two political parties were not intent on blowing each other up, where our two historical adversaries (Russia and China) were not causing us untold aggravation and perhaps worse, where everybody minded their business and tried to do the best they could. Now take a look at the following charts:

Yes, Profit Margins are accelerating while P/E ratios are reverting to normalized levels. I dream of opportunity in these images, and I’m not the only one.

But unfortunately we must operate in the real world, which at least at present is a Mondo Fugazi. So take care. And now, if you’ll excuse me, I must take my leave. The phone is ringing and my screen says it’s Kenneth Costigan. I suspect that he wants his identity back, and, having no more use for it personally, I’d be happy to comply.

If only I could be sure that it was really him on the line.

TIMSHEL

Goodie’s Law

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We’ll get to our title subject anon, but first I must weigh in on the frenzied global debate respecting one of its forbears: Gresham’s Law, which as every schoolboy knows, posits that in an environment with which multiple forms of legal tender of varying soundness, the “bad” money eventually push the “good” stuff out of circulation.

Does it apply at present? We may soon find out. On the other hand, we may not.

But first, a little context. The Law was named after Sir Thomas (no relation to John) Gresham, 16th Century British Financier, hired to look after the economic affairs of King Edward VI (the long sought after male heir to Henry VIII, who was crowned at the tender age of 10, but shed this veil of tears at the tenderer age of 15, to be replaced by the indestructible Elizabeth I, who also availed herself of Sir Thomas’s services -up till the point of his death), and founder of the still-extant Royal Exchange.

Notably, Sir Thomas, modest fellow that he was, never took placing his personal imprimatur on his now eponymous law. Nay, the task was deferred for 3 full centuries, and undertaken by a rather anonymous chap, in remembrance of Gresham’s pushback on the debasement of Pound Sterling during Henry VIII’s time. Perhaps Gresham demurred because he knew that the idea did not originate with him; its origins tracing back at least (and somewhat improbably) to 15th Century stargazer Nicholas Copernicus. However, I suspect our forebears were openly availed themselves of this expedient-but-unfortunate habit, dating back to points when they were still living in caves and sporting tails.

But back to Sir Thomas for a minute; in addition to his sobriety, modesty and unmistakable clairvoyance, wherever else we might differ, perhaps we can all agree that in his day, he cut a rather dashing figure.

Sir Thomas w an Unidentified Skull: 

 

Moreover, in my judgment, he was doing the lord’s work in his tireless efforts to ensure a sound currency. And history shows he was successful. But across the ages, it was perhaps inevitable that there would be periods of backsliding. Consider, for instance, the post-WWI replacement of Germany’s Papiermark with the misanthropic Reichsmark – at an introductory rate of 1 PM = 1 Trillion RM. Of course, this was a one-finger salute from the Germans to the French for imposing-impossible-to-meet reparations at the end of the “War to End All Wars”. But as Sir Thomas foretold, the Papiermark soon disappeared from German commerce, and the Reichsmark quickly fell victim to a 21% per day inflation rate.

What followed: the 1929 Market Crash, the Great Depression and WWII, is well-documented.

 

Fast forward to the present day, where, while “bad” money is arguably available in galactic over-abundance, “good” money is an elusive designation. If the current flow in FX land is to be believed, then our own greenback is certainly falling out of favor.

The exchange rate deteriorated all week long, closing at a > 2-year low:

Gresham’s Bad Boy: The USD 

 

And notwithstanding Chairman Draghi’s difficult to assess comments (apparently, he’s prepared to increase or decrease Euro QE, as conditions demand), EURUSD breached 120 for the first time since late 2014. Perhaps our Dead Presidents are seeking to be the bad money beneficiaries of Gresham’s Law. If this is indeed their intent, they’re doing a pretty good job of achieving their objective.

But they have company. This month, the amount of fiat currency printed by Central Banks in 2017 will cross over $2 Trillion, and the total amount created out of thin air since the crash is knocking on the door of $20T. One could argue that for the time being, Gresham’s Law applied in spades, because all of the “good” money appears to have been chased out of the economy over the last few years.

Making a gallant bid for the opposite side of The Law are a number of blockchain/virtual currencies, as led of course by Bitcoin. It was a tough, volatile week for these wannabes, and the trend is likely to continue. Ultimately, as stated previously, I think there’s about as much chance of developed countries ceding any measure of control over their currencies and interest rates to entrepreneurial ventures as there is the U.S. Defense Department sanctioning the development of private sector armies and allowing citizens to choose which military enterprise they wish to defend their rights and property. But in the meantime, the virtual circus rolls along, showing no signs of folding its collective tents. I don’t know whether virtual currencies are bad money or good, but it bears remembering that the more we see of them, the lesser the set of qualities they are likely to possess – at least according to Gresham.

Meanwhile, it was a modestly negative week for equities, a strong one for bonds and a mixed one for commodities. Our justifiable and overwhelming focus has been on the sequence of natural disasters plaguing our southern reaches, and, at the point of this correspondence, the toll, in terms of blood and treasure, cannot even be estimated. Less noticed, as a result, was the détente between Trump and the Dems, who have come together, forsaking those on the opposite side of the aisle, to effect a 3-month extension of the budget – debt ceiling positioning notwithstanding. For the markets, this is probably a good thing. While the rebuild in Texas, Florida and their neighbors will generate some incremental demand, left unfettered, the overall impact of the storms is highly deflationary. As a modest example, consider the current dynamics in Natural Gas. One might assume that the worst flood ever recorded, with its epicenter right smack dab in the geographical core of the energy industry, would take out more supply than demand, and that prices would increase.

One would be wrong on that score:

Natural Gas: Knocking on the Door of Quarterly Lows: 

My friends in the biz tell me that the storm has completely removed significant pools of demand emanating from Mexico, and that demand disruptions from Irma will make matters worse. Overall, one can safely assume that this double wallop from the fist of God will cost at least 1 GDP point to repair, and this is reflected, among other factors, in our favorite GDPNow estimates:

 

So one at any rate can understand the economics of Trump’s deal with his sworn political enemies. Nobody can afford the bite that will be taken out by these storms, and I am therefore OK with this bilaterally cynical deal. But I offer the following but of advice for our Commander in Chief. If you think that you can form new political alliances here, think again. Schumer and Pelosi wish you no more good fortune than Hitler and Stalin did each other when they split Finland between them. If you politically compromise House members of your party, and they lose their majority in the next election, then the first official act of the reinstated Pelosi Congress will be to issue articles of impeachment. As usual, Trump is being too clever by half here, and the act is getting very tiresome.

For what it’s worth, I also remain no less concerned about Korea this stormy weekend than I was last stormy weekend. My belief is that by escalating their nuclear activity amid global demands for reduction, the NK bunch has declared de facto war on the United States and its allies. There is simply no way that the current status quo holds. L’il Kim will continue to build his arsenal until his enemies act to reduce it. This could happen at any time, and we probably won’t hear about it until after the fact. The equity markets don’t care about this, of course, but it explains a good deal about the selloff of the dollar, the rally in bonds and the strength of certain commodities.

So these, mes amis, are my immediate loci of concern: Florida, Texas, Korea and Washington. It is a small list, but in my judgment a content-rich one. There are a few macro data releases next week, but it is an otherwise quiet one in that corner of the universe.

So let’s turn to the corporate side, where everyone will hold their breath till Tuesday, 1 pm Eastern Time, when Tim Cook steps up to the podium for the first time in Apple’s newly opened corporate HQ, to introduce the iPhone 8. It ought to be a mind-blowing affair, but the real drama will unfold over the next few months, as the world evaluates whether or not company can meet expectations.

 

The bar here is high. The A Team are contemporaneously releasing 3 phones. Do they cannibalize each other? Can they overcome widely reported components shortages? Will consumers really pay 1,000 US for the fully loaded 8? Particularly in China: a) which now generates half of all IPhone sale revenues; and b) where suitable substitutes can be purchased for less than 10% of this price?

We won’t know for several weeks, but on Friday I was speaking to my friend Goodie, who unlike me, actually knows something about this subject. We both agreed that this single set of imponderables alone may go a long way towards determining the path of equity valuations in what remains of 2017. If Apple nails it, investors will swoon and perhaps buy everything in sight. If not, the markets may well ignore any technical rationalizations and issue that the cartel of west coast companies bent on taking over the world – the so-called FANGS (and by extension, the overall market) — a much-needed claw trimming.

I will close by designating the importance of the I-Phone 8 to the overall equity market valuations to be Goodie’s Law. It is intended to work in conjunction, rather than supplant, Gresham’s Law. So my risk advice is as follows: if you wish to monitor the potential impact of psychodramas around the world, keep an eye on the USD; if you want to focus on U.S. equities, watch Apple.

If you follow this course, I see no reason why the two edicts cannot achieve harmonious co-existence.

TIMSHEL

 

The Efficient Cowbell Hypothesis

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Let’s get back to the music, shall we? After all, it’s been several weeks, and I don’t know about you, but as for myself, I’m Ready 2 Rock. Today’s subject (though perhaps not its direct object) is Blue Oyster Cult: in my judgment one of the finest and most overlooked bands in rock’s pantheon. They are comprised of a bunch of erudite New Yorkers, most of whom attended fancy private colleges in the region. They burst onto the scene in the early ‘70s, when rock most needed the boost, and released 4 killer albums (self-titled debut, Secret Treaties, Tyranny and Mutation and Agents of Fortune), featuring wicked riffs, cerebral lyrics and tasty hooks, at a time when our heroes were fading into mediocrity, and it was becoming increasingly clear that the next generation didn’t have the goods to do the job.

Like many such outfits, they captured a following, rode a modest crest of fame, lost their composition touch and have been mailing it in, under various lineups, for most of the past four decades. However, for better or worse, the apex of their awareness in the public eye came in the form of an SNL skit called “More Cowbell”. In it, a fictional lineup of cast members takes to the studio and do a fantastic job of replicating the band’s sound with respect to their biggest hit: the accessible but on balance forgettable Don’t Fear the Reaper. The punchline derives from the perfect casting of Will Ferrell as the band’s cowbell artiste, and Christopher (Bruce Dickenson, aka The Bruce Dickenson) Walken as the record’s producer. Walken is so enchanted by Ferrell’s cowbell work that he forces it into an overwhelming domination of the arrangement (“I really want you to explore the space of the studio” Walken declares to Ferrell). Ferrell is magnificent as the clueless percussionist, and Walken is at his sleazy best in his role as the grease ball, know-it-all producer. The band at first is skeptical that the cowbell should take the lead, and the affable, sheepish Ferrell offers to stand down, but in the end everyone agrees that Will should take center stage, and, as the scene fades to black, he’s blissfully banging away (maybe still is to this day).

As a result, the term “More Cowbell” has entered, perhaps for all time, the cultural lexicon of this great nation. As a public service to my uninitiated readers, I offer a link to the full sketch, below (courtesy of the National Broadcasting Company; all rights reserved, natch):

http://www.nbc.com/saturday-night-live/video/more-cowbell-with-will-ferrell-on-snl-video-saturday-night-live-nbc/3506001?snl=1

The whole thing is beyond silly, and (though the band gracefully and even enthusiastically embraced its incremental 5 minutes of SNL fame) doesn’t give a great ensemble its props, but I believe it captures the American ethos about as well as anything that comes to mind on this warm, mid-summer weekend.

But perhaps more importantly for our purposes, it begs the following question: does any corner of the investment universe need more cowbell? 

Now, here, in trademark mashup fashion, I must loop in my University of Chicago roots. It is there that I learned (from Nobel Laureate Eugene Fama, no less) of the Efficient Markets Hypothesis, which avers that markets, and, by extension, all economic factors, are oriented to point-in-time perfection, based upon available information and sentiment. From this perspective, one can argue that markets must be “cowbell efficient” as well, featuring precisely the amount of cowbell that conditions demand, and that any incremental additions or dilution of current cowbell quantities would only serve to diminish the mix.

Well, maybe, but even Fama himself has admitted that markets are not at all points perfectly efficient, so perhaps we’ve got some wiggle-room, cowbell-wise. If so, we can probably first turn our vision to the equity markets, which few would argue at the moment are cowbell-deficient in any sense of the term. The SHAZAM effect referenced in the preceding edition was in full force in the early part of last week, catapulting markets yet again to new record highs (both here and across the globe) before ending the cycle in flat-line mode. The main driver here once again appears to be Q2 earnings, which are now nearly 1/5th in the books. On balance, they’re strong, but while there are a number of Netflixian-like triumphs to celebrate, there were also some General Electrician disappointments.

Perhaps more pertinently for our purposes, it is clear that the expectations bar has risen. As reported across the wires, “beats” are being welcomed this quarter, but perhaps with slightly less valuation enthusiasm than in past cycles, “meets” are facing disdain, and misses, as always, are suffering merciless punishment. Indices continue to rise to the heavens, but the breadth is putrid. Moreover, in messaging that would be more difficult to miss than Ferrell’s percussive whacks, equity investors continue to shrug off darkening macro and political clouds. As a case and point, ask yourself whether, in the middle of a brutally serious investigation of potential criminal activity at the top, with members of his administration facing one subpoena after another, a President insults the Attorney General and practically begs him to resign, would you want to load up on stocks or lighten the cargo?

Investors have responded with a resounding “Buy ‘Em”! Ergo, we can conclude, at minimum that no additional cowbell is required in equity-land.

But how about other asset classes? Well, it appears that Mr. Ferrell might very well consider pointing his solitary drumstick at the U.S. yield curve, which, due to a fairly dramatic end of week selloff of 3 Month T-Bills, actually inverted at the short-term end:

There was a good deal written about this over the past few days, and the stock explanation is concern about a Washington throw-down over the debt ceiling – due to expire on 10/1. If you own October T-Bills and Uncle Sam defaults, you may be left holding the bag, or so the argument goes. But as for me, I think we’ve got more important concerns to vex us.

If any feature component of the global risk factor combo could use some bell, it may be the USD, which took a pretty significant beat-down over the latter part of the week, and is now, on a weighted basis, sitting on >2.5 year lows:

 

US Dollar Index: 

It is said in financial circles that while sunblind equity investors remain unconcerned about Investigations, Legislative agenda breakdowns and the like, these matters do tend to get under the skin of those who bang around in the Fixed Income/FX complex, and who knows? They may have a point.

My most abiding belief at present is that while smarter guys and gals than me may justifiably debate the appropriateness of current asset values, I will stand by the following precept: whatever their other merits may be, said valuations fail to fully reflect the risks embedded in both the political and capital economy. I don’t in my travels run across too many souls who are unmindful of the hazards looming on our collective horizons, but in terms of voting with their trading accounts, they have for the most part chosen to ignore the warning signs. Evidence of this ostrich dip abounds everywhere the eye meets, including the collapse of short interest mentioned in last week’s installment, and the widely discussed weakness in risk measures such as the VIX, now hovering at fractions of basis-points above all-time lows:

As such, and channeling my inner Bruce Dickenson, if I was to add more cowbell, I would apply it perhaps exclusively to measures of the risk premium, including the above-displayed VIX, realized index volatility, and other, similar dynamics.

Unfortunately, however, there’s only one Bruce Dickenson, The Bruce Dickenson, and he alone carries the vibe to take us to the Promised Land. But Good Sir: Oh Keeper of the Controls, Oh Captain of the Cowbell, please consider its wider application, Pete Seeger-like, to ring out danger, to ring out a warning to all our brothers and sisters, all over this land. For, from my vantage-point, the Efficient Cowbell Hypothesis is sorely in need of the type of recalibration that you and you alone can provide.

TIMSHEL