stoner hero
i was, and to some extent still am, a big fan of Lee 'scratch' Perry and his dub reggae sound. i was extremely excited to find that he would be playing at the same one day music festival i was to be djing at (me in a shitty little tent with the equivalent of a home stereo for a system, him on the massive main stage).

I went along, did my little set and then sat infront of the main stage getting nicely toasted waiting for Perry and his band to arrive. two hours after they were ment to play it was anounced that they would not be showing up.

Dissapointed and a little worse for wear i started the journey back into town where i had to do another gig late that night.

After setting up in the club i went out on the the street to have a cigarette before starting and i came accross this little old man, very black with a grey beard. he was sitting in the gutter stuggling to get up and then sitting down again. he looked up at me and reached a hand out to me. i started to pull away from this filthy old tramp when i saw the cds attached to each high top trainer he was wearing

'fuck me it's lee perry'

and it was. he hadn't made it to the festival and now couldn't find his hotel. i took a guess (there's only really two hotels international reggae superstars might stay at in dublin) and carried him along to the hotel. the doorman whouldn't let him but eventually i persuaded the manager that this was the lee perry from the lee perry party that had booked out a floor of the hotel.

rather than thank me lee pulled out a joint from his pocket, took a toke, did a little sick on my leg and then wandered into the hotel.
(e p f, Fri 26 May 2006, 10:58, Reply)