Eden 2025 Photo Recap

Two Nights Back Home — Garden of Eden 2025

This past august we climbed back up into the Green Mountains, to the slopes and woods of Jay Peak Resort, and re-lit the fire of Garden of Eden. After a six-year silence, Strangefolk returned — the same four souls who kicked it off back in Burlington all those years ago. There was something kinda unspeakably special about that first chord. The air carried the memory of old comings together and shite tons of highway miles, the same roads that once ferried us between small-town bars to packed college auditoriums. But this time, we weren’t just passing through. We were home (again)

The Soundtrack of Reunion

Over two nights and four sets, we wove through the chapters of Strangefolk’s story — dusty folk-rock roots, slanted rock grooves, and wide-open improvisations that felt both familiar and alive. It felt like a thread stitching the past to the now. Note Seth Yakavon who opened night one thought we were insane for playing 4 sets in two nights after not playing once in six years - and we were insane for doing so … thats the point ! Between the peaks of the Green Mountains and the turns of pounding drums, roaring solos and solacious sounds surrounded us , band and fans gathered — old friends, new faces, road-worn heady heads and first-timers — all drawn by a hunger for something “else” Sometbing real: music that holds you, community that remembers you.

Community, Ritual & Renewal

That’s the core of Eden: more than a festival. It’s the idea that songs aren’t just heard — they’re lived. Spaces filled with guitars, voices, late-night laughter, and a kind of mutual homecoming that reminds you: we belong together. Saturday night rain loomed, but we shifted schedules, held tight to that communal pulse, and still delivered — this was never about perfection. It was about presence. About showing up. About choosing togetherness.

Why Eden Matters

In a world built on fast clicks and faster fades, Eden pushes back. It reminds all of us that songs and at the risk of sounding too woo woo California - souls - mean something when you return to them across the time and space of the collective amble. That chords carry weight when they echo in the wide open air. That music — real music, lived music — can still draw you home. For me, standing on that stage under the Vermont sky, it felt like we closed a circle — and opened another.

Be good to each other - we will remain indeed - Reid