Last weekend was the annual The Gathering, a miraculous magnet for Insane Clown Posse fans, aka juggalos and juggaletttes, held in Cave-in-Rock, Illinois, at Hog Rock. I did not attend the fest, but I’ve been absorbing all that was from afar. The images, they abound.
I recently discovered the poetry of ICP (like these lyrics, to “Miracles” — “Music is a lot like love, it’s all a feeling/And it fills the room, from the floor to the ceiling/I see miracles all around me/Stop and look around, it’s all astounding/Water, fire, air and dirt/Fucking magnets, how do they work?”) and that, coupled with my love of subcultures, led me to an ICP wrestling match in Detroit last winter.
There, at St. Andrew’s Hall, Faygo was sprayed, friends were made, a one-legged man won a wrestling match and oh so much more.
One day, maybe, I’ll make it down to Hog Rock.
But until then, I’ll have to settle for rounding up tweets and photos online.
Here are some favorites:
@keepitwolfson “Violent J looks like a cross between Louis CK and Mini Me”
@automatikben “In the talent portion of the Miss Jugalette contest one of the girls rolled a joint.” … “The girl who blew fireballs and had a bleached predator haircut ended up winning.”
@Andrewbluhhd420 “Theres a 5 day Jugalo party going on.I missed it last year thats only cuz my gf said she was going to have our bby and shed hit me w/a bat”
@SAWFAN666 “WAIT SHOLD MY JUGALO NAME B HAM BALLS OR HAM BALLZ”