Today I have a few odds and ends, so let’s just get into it.Read More
One evening, sitting on the floor in our hotel room in Oakland, Zeke started drumming on a plastic cup.
“This song is about a town where everything is white,” he told me after a few minutes. “White, white, white. Everything used to be rainbow colored, but something happened to turn it all white. Now they can’t tell what house is theirs. Everything looks the same.”
Then he sang for a while as he drummed.Read More