According to Moonalice legend, the trout in the Gallatin River have special powers. They emit signals that certain humans find irresistible. The signals circle the globe, causing otherwise sensible people to drop everything, come to this valley, and stand for days on end in water up to their elbows. Apparently there is no cure.

According to another part of the Moonalice legend, Labor Day Weekend was the product of a multi-generational negotiation between the tribe's agricultural and nomadic clans. The nomads - musicians like us - were totally dependant on the hippies for hemp products. As you can imagine, the hippies tended towards sloth, thanks in large part to the high quality of their produce. Fortunately, the hippies were equally dependant on the nomadic bands for music. In the end, they compromised: the hippies promised to complete their harvest over the first three-day weekend in September, if, and only if all tribal bands would spend that weekend playing gigs. Every year for three days, the whole tribe works. That's why they call it Labor Day.