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

I’ve been toying with this project since before COVID. But “perfect is the enemy of the mediocre,” so it’s time to just do this. Today. Valentine’s Day. Because I LOVE JAM BANDS.

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.”

So 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.