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Jerry Joseph & The Jackmormons

Saturday, Oct 5

From “The Beautiful Madness of Jerry Joseph: An Essay by
Patterson Hood”

Jerry Joseph is a musician who lives in Portland Oregon, but he’s often gone. He’s been inducted
into the Oregon Music Hall of Fame but is still rather obscure to a lot of people. He plays well over
150 shows a year in the usual places. Across America. Sometimes in Europe, Mexico, and Central
America. Then there’s these other places he plays—Lebanon, Israel, Kurdish Iraq, India, and
Afghanistan. All over the Middle East, often in war zones and refugee camps.

In addition to his touring, Jerry has set up a non-profit called Nomad Music Foundation that acts as
a sort of School of Rock for displaced teenagers in areas of conflict. So far, he has taken guitars and
taught lessons in camps in Kabul, Afghanistan, and Sulaymaniyah and Dahuk, both in Kurdish Iraq.
These life-changing missions have been written up in Rolling Stone, Relix, and PBS News Hour.

Oh yeah, and he’s really fucking great.

A triple threat—someone who works at the highest levels as a songwriter, singer, and player. Jason
Isbell, who kinda personifies such, recently tweeted about triple threats and listed Jerry Joseph
(along with Richard Thompson and St. Vincent) among the greatest examples of that phenomenon.

Most likely, if you know who Jerry is, you agree, but there’s also a big chance that you don’t. His
talent, drive, work ethic, amazing body of work, and flat out badass-ness make him one of the most
underrated and tragically overlooked artists alive today. He deserves better, and I’m hoping to help
shine a light on who and what Jerry Joseph is and why you should listen to what he’s doing and
saying.

First off, there’s the body of work. Jerry Joseph has been playing shows and making records since
the 80s, first in a band called Little Women that at one point looked destined to be huge, but this is
a crazy business and sometimes things just don’t go as planned. By the 90s Jerry was struggling
with addiction while also creating the beginnings of a vast body of work as a solo artist and burning
up the road backed by a mighty band called The Jackmormons. They built a considerable following
in the great Northwest. Many of Jerry’s songs were recorded by the band Widespread Panic, and
there are many people who know of Jerry through that connection. Later, after getting clean, Jerry
toured and made some albums as part of Stockholm Syndrome, a sort of supergroup he formed
with Panic bassist David Schools, who himself is an incredible musician. Much of Jerry’s following
in the so-called jam band circles is through his affiliation with these bands.

Musical taste is a funny thing. People who are into one or another genre of music often don’t pay
much attention to musicians who fall outside of those forms. The age of streaming and the internet
have broadened things considerably, but there is still a form of segregation that occurs across
various boundaries, often accompanied by derision for stylistic forms outside certain circles. I have
spent much of my life rebelling against this way of listening, while sometimes still being as guilty as
anyone about this exact thing. I’ve always been drawn to songwriters and the writerly aspects of
music, and with some glaring exceptions, there has always been a disconnect between the so-
called jam music scene and the so-called singer/songwriter genre. The fact that Jerry is a writer’s
writer who has been mostly known in “jammy” circles has always made him somewhat an anomaly.

I have also always been partial to punk rock, yet there has always been a wall separating punk
bands from jam bands, even though Black Flag, The National, Sonic Youth, and many of the
legendary punk bands through the years have always proclaimed themselves massive Grateful
Dead fans. I know Jerry Joseph to be a die-hard fan of all kinds of music across many genres, and
there have been seeds of those many genres in most of his many records. Underneath it all, to me,
he’s always been a punk rocker at the core.

Jerry, to me is a cult figure who could, in some alternate reality, have easily been one of the biggest
stars in the world. One of the greatest live performers I have ever seen and long one of my favorite
songwriters. I can’t hear the chorus of San Acacia without picturing Jerry singing it in front of
100,000 screaming fans, in a soccer stadium in Brazil. In the pouring rain. With everyone singing
along.

Essay by Patterson Hood
Photos by Michael Schoenfeld