There’s the Juggalo whose annual tradition is barbecuing naked, except for an apron. There’s the Juggalo who walked all the way to the Gathering from Oregon. There’s the Juggalo with the Batman mask, the Speedo, and the protruding belly named Mikey who dressed that way on a dare. There’s the devil Juggalo, the Bane Juggalo, the babydoll Juggalo. They’re only a handful of the Juggalos we met this past weekend at the 13th annual Gathering in Cave-in-Rock, Illinois. Meet the rest.
Martin Luther King told of his growing nightmares and his enduring dreams in the rolling, hypnotic cadences of the rural preacher. But it was the humane, incorruptible mystique of the man that won the crowd, his crescendo phrases winning affirmations of “amen” and “Say it, brother” again and again.