In the spring I periodically join Carl Spright (a physicist and drummer) at his drum circle in Oak Park during the annual farmers market. The drummers follow my lead. In a sense, I take on a role of temporary tribal elder. I do not inflate my ego with this dynamic, but plainly, I am the most experienced drummer in the tribe. Because I swing the time, the other drummers entrain with what I lay down. When they start to entrain they can move out of their intentional drumming and find the pocket of flow. People passing by are infected by this. They dance, clap their hands, smile or take pictures of us. Carl provides a blanket for children to sit on, he also provides tiny drums and idiophones for the children to play with. Drums are greatly under-rated in the west, their power to unite is incredible. If congress and world leaders would entrain with drums, stop talking, stop selling, and learn to groove, well . . . that is only one of my hopeful, but obviously impossible fantasies to save the planet from human intention.