Liz Digitale Anderson, she/they
“Liz is the powerhouse we need voicing the true spirit of protest.” – RayCurt Johnson, Brass Solidarity
I am a queer, mixed-race artist, musician, activist, & parent using community songleading as an organizing vehicle for liberation.
My goal is not to perform—my goal is to get everyone to open their mouths and breathe and sing together. I’ve led community singing for picket lines and protests, Education for Liberation workshops, grief and healing spaces, Transgender Day of Remembrance, and anti-racist somatic praxis.
I’m the founder of The Sunday Morning Heretic Sing, an ongoing circle for queer and ex-religious folx to show up and sing with their whole selves. I co-lead song circles for joy, grief, courage, and BIPOC + Mixed Race somatic healing with Conie Borchardt as GOOD TROUBLE. I play percussion and sing with Brass Solidarity, the activist street band anchored in George Floyd Square, and I also direct StreetSong, a choir for people with lived experience of homelessness and people who care about them to sing together. Recently I had the honor to lead a crowd of 20,000+ protestors in song at the 2025 No Kings Rally at the Minnesota State Capitol.
Our family arrived in Minneapolis at the end of 2019, just before Covid hit, and a few months later George Perry Floyd was murdered by the state. Living here through the pandemic and the People’s Uprising was an incredibly formative time for us. The wave of mutual aid, radical community support, and abolitionist organizing that followed modeled deeply inspiring possibilities and sparked a lot of new songs.
Currently I am writing new music to sing together that supports systemic change, ending white supremacy, and movements for abolition (aka trying to tell my kids better stories about how the world works, how we want it to be, and give them a better toolbox for changing it.)
You can check out some of my songs here.
Land and Labor Acknowledgement
with thanks to my generative somatics teacher, Becka Tilsen, for this language
I come to you on Greater Očhéthi Šakówiŋ land, (Seven Council Fires land), of the Wahpekute Dakota People.
I am in Mni Sóta Makoce; the Dakota say that it is the land where the water reflects the skies. My family makes its home in Bdeóta Othúŋwe (The Many Lakes City, so-called Minneapolis, Minnesota).
We are a few miles from the Bdote, the sacred convergence of two rivers, the Wakpá Tanka (The Mississippi River) and the Wakpá Mnísota (The Minnesota River), which the Dakota say is the sacred creation place of the world.
We acknowledge that this land was cared for for generations by First People, and that white settler colonialism and genocide destroyed it. And that our work now is to work towards repair, to live in right relationship with the land and its indigenous people. One choice I have made is to send onwards some of the money I receive from songleading to Makoce Ikikcupi, the Dakota land recovery project.
We acknowledge that this so-called nation was built off the labor,
blood, sweat and tears of immigrants, voluntary and involuntary,
Black, Brown, Asian, Latine, and African bodies, who were kidnapped, enslaved, forced, indentured, and that we still deal with the fallout, injustice,
and inequity of those traumatic choices today.
That the resilience of those ancestors is the reason anything got built, planted, grown, harvested,
and that their labor and love kept communities housed, fed, cared for, and alive. And those ancestors are the reason we are here today, so we can choose deep gratitude and commitment to breaking cycles of oppression in all directions.
