After six years in hibernation, Mountain Jam was back in 2025, and Day 2 – Saturday, June 21 – was the day it truly woke up. The vibe settled in, the hill filled out and the little city on the mountain started to feel like home.
Shane Guerrette kicked things off with a gritty, blues-laced set that warmed up the early crowd. His voice hit like a worn-in leather jacket, comfortable, but with some bite.
Then came Grace Bowers and jaws hit the grass. At just 18, she played with the soul of someone twice her age and the swagger of someone born to headline. The crowd was locked in, stunned silent one moment, erupting the next.
Torres took a sharp left turn from the rest of the day’s lineup. It was dark, moody and beautifully out of step. Even front-woman Mackenzie Scott felt it, dryly telling the crowd, “Thank you, but you don’t have to clap.” But people did and they meant it. The set may have been a curveball, but it landed.
Michael Franti, a Mountain Jam staple if there ever was one, brought the love in every direction. He danced his way into the audience, pulled kids onstage, and reminded everyone why this place doesn’t feel like Mountain Jam without him. His set wasn’t just music, it was connection.
Then came Trampled by Turtles, who turned up the tempo and brought a barnstorm of strings. The highlight? Their upright bassist dropping into a full split mid-song without missing a note. No explanation needed. Just wild.
Mt. Joy closed out the night in full command. The crowd swayed, danced, sang and then lost their minds all over again when Grace Bowers returned to join them onstage. It wasn’t just a cool crossover, it felt like a passing of the torch.
Day 2 was a reminder of why Mountain Jam matters. Not just for the music, but for the way it wraps you up and pulls you into its weird, wonderful rhythm. And now, it’s got its rhythm back.
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