I’d be deeply envious of you were you able to catch a rare appearance by (in my book at least) the legendary Shuggie Otis (see The Mystery of Shuggie Otis and write-ups in The Guardian and Popmatters).
Before you meet Otis, you encounter the myth: the vanished genius worshipped by crate-digger cultists and waylaid by the industry—a psychedelic phantom sharing a bloodline with Brian Wilson, Arthur Lee of Love and Syd Barrett. Otis has a sphinx-like elusiveness. He answers questions circuitously and describes himself as neither having nor wanting many friends. He’s generous with his memories but only to a point.