I get it.
He invented dub, he's old, and he still really, really loves getting high.
I guess I wasn't high enough, because it got really boring after about 20 minutes. The backing band had undeniable talent, but Perry mumbled, stuttered and meandered through his set without rhyme, reason or much respect for tonality. I've nothing but respect for the occasional voyage of the mind, as well as the forefathers and pioneers of the music I enjoy today, but I'm a musician first and foremost, and I felt vaguely insulted--for unlike the majority of attendees, I was not taken anywhere. The magic bus apparently left without me, somewhere around song 3 or 4.
Since he's not a local musician, that's all I'm really going to say about it.
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