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Your eyes don't deceive you; that is a keytar.

Dearest readers, I have been a contributor to these pages for well over eight years now, and I've enjoyed a certain stylistic free range that is typically not allowed aesthetically or socially by journalistic moral standards. That said, in today's blog post, we'll be hailing Herbie Hancock's upcoming SunFest appearance through two isolated instances of my life.

If the sheriffs don't kill this puppy, we'll have us a good time.

Arguably one of the most charismatic faces in the history of jazz, Hancock has been on a trailblazing path since his tenure in Miles Davis' second Quintet incarnation (roughly 1964 to 1969) and continues to be an influence permeating over the soft tendrils of jazz with his funky takes on bebop, R&B, fusion, and electronic applications to classical jazz.

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Editor's Note: New Times writer Hans Morgenstern cautiously made his way to Revolution Live for about seven hours of complete fascination with touches of horror. What follows are the ten most shocking things he spotted at the Blood on the Dance Floor show last night. Click here for the full review.

10. One girl, getting fondled by her boyfriend, had an image of a dick with hairy balls drawn with a Sharpie on her left shoulder.

9. She and her boyfriend wound up dry-humping at the back of the pit soon after the opening act.

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Editor's note: If you grew up in South Florida, you've lived a delightfully half-baked existence. You've definitely smoked the stickiest crippy and the worst Jamaican schwag. County Grind got all  stoned and thought, why not ask these toasty South Florida musicians to give us a taste of their favorite pot-inspired songs in preparation for 420? This Chronic Cover series introduces you to both songs about weed and local talents. For the full list, click here.

We couldn't have smoked up a better idea for a grand finale to our Chronic Covers Songs series than this grimy cover of Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers' "Mary Jane's Last Dance." The good times ultimately come to an end; with every high comes a low, a crash, a climax. This number was written by Gainesville's Americana rock pride, Tom Petty. When Ates Isildak, frontman for West Palm Beach distortion-heavy dream pop unit the band in Heaven confirmed that his sludge-fueled band had chosen "Mary Jane's Last Dance" as its contribution to our compilation, our mind yelled: "Bingo!"

The local scene's most mind-bending group covering arena rock's most renowned stoner (those who have attended a Tom Petty concert will attest to the voluminous amount of homegrown smog that permeates the air during the musician's set)... we couldn't have scripted it better if we tried.

Although Petty has never gone on the record about the song's theme, and even though he throws in some nonsense about an "Indiana Girl" and "those Indiana Nights," every pothead worth his weight in kind bud knows what this 1993 classic is about. It's a goodbye love song, a kiss-off to the giddy, overindulgent psychotropic times. More >>

Editor's note: If you grew up in South Florida, you've lived a delightfully half-baked existence. You've definitely smoked the stickiest crippy and the worst Jamaican schwag. County Grind got all  stoned and thought, why not ask these toasty South Florida musicians to give us a taste of their favorite pot-inspired songs in preparation for 420? This Chronic Cover series introduces you to both songs about weed and local talents. For the full list, click here.

A Chronic Cover compilation would be insignificant if it did not include at least one Bob Marley number. Seriously, can you think of any other artist in the history of herb culture that is more synonymous with ganja living than Mr. Marley? Like peanut butter and jelly, Bob Marley and weed are tied together in the psyche of music fans and bong aficionados alike.

The momentous aspect of Marley is that his music and message transcended pop culture. Sure, today Legends is a staple at frat-party keggers and smogging sessions done in teenyboppers' parents' Volvos, but don't let that deter from the fact that he turned cannabis-smoking into something spiritual and life-affirming. With his Rastafarian roots and devotion to Jah, Marley was considered by many to be a prophet, not your common-day pop idol by any means.

With that said, Boca Raton's "subtropic pop" sensation Mike Mineo showed great foresight in being the first to select a Marley song for this compilation when New Times asked contributors for their preferential choices. Mineo proves to be particularly astute with his choosing of "Kaya" from Marley's catalog. Thankfully, one of a handful of Bob Marley tunes not entirely played-out. More >>