Three nights in the endless circle of Jerry Joseph

Little Women, Jerry Joseph, not a girl on stage to be found. 

The tribe vibes rocksteady after two nights in the life of a Jack Mormon. The creation of the reunion no longer in the future, the moment doubles back on itself bringing a community center to life. 

A rallying cry, the tribe has come to for the community. Positive vibes and tourist dollars flow, a powerful subversion to the machine of “progress.” 

The ground shakes what’s left of the placer gold. Midnight hums with the mantras of the man and his tribe. “What would you call that kind of music” Unsure, uncategorizable, unmistakable. 

Is it a concert? No, an experience. No, a vibe. No, a lifestyle. All of the above. 

The universe opens and Sargent Splendor emerges to lead the opening chorus. The festivities cannot begin, because they will never end. Moments turn to memories set to an eternal baseline, echoing the proclamations of the nights that have come before. It’s the soundtrack of a lifetime.

Twenty-two years and finally the mayor on a lawnmower. No, a zamboni. No, a chariot. The tribe pulses in the midday sun. The eight track player in the Rolls Royce yearns for a few more minutes among its people as the Love Bus hauls a joyous cargo down main street. 

Shooting stars or Northern lights? A trick of site for the mind and the universe to unite. 

A smiling bartender quick with a dance step and hug. Tapers towers loom above the crowd oblivious. Bald man, tank top, everyone’s joyous. A weekend full of music has chased away their worries. 

Dance, Dance, Dance. Young, old, wise and fools all upon the floor. Lost in unity. Together in the circle. The chants of the profit ringing in the hall. 

Profit? Profit you say? He’s but a man by the light of day. But in the eve when the tribe calls beyond the Montana night breeze, he takes the form of a man and speaks truths seen and unseen. 

All hail the immovable force that is Stacy Gatewood. Through the weekend she dances and drives the efforts of the tribe forward providing for every need. 

Locals come to see the tribe and explore the vibe. Many have been here before. The dedicated few have shown the way for more than 20 years today. 

From lands far and wide, an embarrassment of talents rallies to the tribe. In music, art and humanity, they will continue to build for all to see. 

Some from outside do not find them to their taste. For that, the tribe has no energy to waste. 

Alas the word is finished and the sacraments are done. The vibes of the tribe and its communion will spin on vinyl until the next one.