I had tickets to see Janes Addiction in Bridgeport this week. That show did not happen, thanks to Perry's meltdown a few days earlier in Boston. My partner and I were lucky enough to see them two years ago at the Garden and it was a great show, so I had no resevrations about seeing them again, especially since original guitarist Dave Navarro had returned to the lineup after dealing with long COVID and had to sit out the last tour.
We are such big fans of the group that we put together a tribute set of their band a few years ago.
At the show two years ago, it was clear that lead singer Perry Farrel had lost a considerable part of his upper vocal range, but was still managing his way thru the material without going for most of the high notes, but this time around it seemed like he was having a harder time with it and it was taking a toll on his mental state.
Most shows on the tour went fine, but midway thru, Perry was having trouble remembering lyrics, when to come in, and rambling in between songs while consuming a good deal of red wine. I'm not one to critique a singer for drinking onstage, but if you are having trouble singing, red wine will usually make that problem worse. I would suggest lots of water and maybe a little something on the side to help loosen things up if needed. I'm not that much younger than Perry, and I can tell everyone, it gets harder to sing songs I used to nail in my youth. But I took vocal lessons, until I felt like I had become a trained vocalist, and I was taught how to take care of my voice with warm up routines and various bits of advice. I'm not sure if Perry ever did those things (maybe because the band was young, broke up when they were all young, and he was so natually talented that none of those details were needed).
Nothing prepared me for the incident that took place in Boston, though. I was under the impression that the tour was going well, but afterward, I started reading rreports about Florida and New York City being a bit off. Now I'm just concerned for Perry and his well-being. Music lives forever, but people don't.
I wish I could help the poor guy.