Yesterday, what feels like a lifetime ago in Minneapolis, I joined a few of the best and bravest musicians I know to make a little noise and, hopefully, raise awareness and funds for one of the better orgs helping those who need it the most. Donate if you can:

copalmn.org/donate/

The same people who explained Renee Good was a crazed, left-wing agitator will now explain the murder of a man pinned to the street. Half of Americans will nod their heads in relief. We’re reading new rules painted on the wall we swear weren’t there yesterday, too self-absorbed to notice.

I apologize to every drum circle I've ever made fun of—turns out it's totally cathartic to subdivide a world that doesn't make sense with 30 other drummers and send the results hurtling across the Mississippi River

My current favorite protest sign, astonishing in its accuracy and candor:

We’re driving through some of the most beautiful areas of America to Bellingham, WA. It’s a rainy day in the Pacific Northwest; we’re winding along the Hood River through snow-capped mountains.

Back home a woman was shot point-blank by a thug given a bonus and a badge and a gun.