Just got off stage in Rogers AR, and despite performing in direct sunlight and stifling humidity while rocking sure-to-be-immortalized-on-the-internet floral print, I feel reasonably ok, relaxing as I am in the back lounge of the bus, a fizzy water in hand and YouTube conspiracy theory rabbit holes in which to get masochistically lost.

If you find yourself in Northwest Arkansas - and I struggle to imagine a scenario in which you would, unless you work for our benevolent overlords at Walmart corporate (or are a professional rock and roll degenerate) - set aside a few hours to explore the incongruously beautiful Crystal Bridges Museum: an incredible collection, miles of trails adorned with modern art, and opportunities for quiet reflection abound.