In quarantine, shut out from such Gathering of the Juggalos delicacies such as Faygo showers and Lake Hepatitis, what’s a Juggalo to do? The answer is probably going to be similar to the one that members of any given aesthetic subculture might give, whether the example is drag queens or debutantes. You carry on with the dress-up when in need of a pick-me-up. You try to stay connected with your chosen family, online. You trust that your leaders are going to help rally you in that effort.
Leaders elsewhere in both culture and politics have tried to maintain their prominence while telegraphing more ambivalence toward the general welfare — by, say, touting dangerous and / or unproven treatments to the coronavirus. Many celebs have turned out to only annoy and inflame during this crisis by flaunting wealth while asking for donations, preaching what they don practice, or just openly lusting for attention. All that most people need from their figureheads, clownish and otherwise, is the level of concern that ICP imparts on the first song of its quarantine playlist. “Watch your step, take it easy / You can’t replace what you mean to me,” goes the chorus of the song “Be Safe.” “Without you, tell me where the fuck elabd be.”
