Eat Jam Camp celebrates the jam band scene: live music, good food, and a place to crash until we’re ready for more long jams and tasty bits.

It’s not 1997, yet I seem to launching a personal blog anyway. Why? People are tired of me blathering on about my latest festival, what I ate, and how cool my campsite neighbors were. 

Still, I know I’m not alone.

There are others like me. I see them at shows, on the road, and crawling out of tents all around me. “Completely-lost-in-a-jam” is our happy place. We dance through the music, then grin and say, “So long ’til the next one,” as the lights come up.

So this—whatever this is—gives me a place to put it all. And maybe it’s for some twirlfolk, wooks, rail-riders, shakedowners, hula-hooping funknics, and kindred shakers throughout the rippleverse, too.

And if Eat Jam Camp helps someone find a new band, a camping tip, or a yummy morsel, bonus.

Right now, Eat Jam Camp is like a Kebbi Williams solo: “I don’t know where this is going, but I can’t wait to find out.”

If you’re jam-curious, jam-literate, or jam-feral: you’re among friends here. If all you really need is live music, good food, and a tent, you’re not alone.

See you out there. And have a great set.