From the STCU Performance Space at KSPS PBS It's Inland Sessions.

That look in your eyes telling me everything's...

Featuring the funky rhythmic swagger of the Jason Perry Band.

Everythings alright!

Visiting our studios to perform original funk music.

I wish I could trust the end as much as the start!

When we were writing this tune, we felt compelled to name it "Why Cant We All Just Get Along?"

because it seems like we would have figured it out by now.

But it seems that that's been said so many times that is trite.

And so instead we just named it See the Light.

Hopefully that'll help.

One, two, one.

Two, three, Why can't we all see the light, in each other?

Why can't we all see the light in each other?

Don't care whether you're on the red blue or green team all that noise is just a silly dream that I rather spend my precious time amplifying the beauty and watching it shine.

Why can't we all see the light in each other?

Said, Why can't we all see the light In each other!

When we observe light particles with fancy instruments, it changes the place in time and space.

So what would happen if we all bear witness and amplify the sweetness, that's shining in our hearts?

Why can't we all see the light in each other?

Why can't we all see the light in each other?

The forces that unite us are stronger than the forces that divide us.

Funk music is so free.

Dr. Cornel West once said that when you came out of your mother's womb and you were crying because you were breathing oxygen for the first time, that was your immaculate Funk-ification.

The beauty about funk is that it lets everything in you know, all of those things that we try to hide, all of those things we might try to suppress the things we don't want to share with each other.

Funk holds space for all of that.

And as much music does, but funk has a particular ability to transmute all that funkery into joy.

And yeah, it just makes me happy Giggling at the sweet nonsense.

Immersed in mutual ebullience, daydreaming with no place to go.

Seeds sprouting, with space to grow humbly, sharing the past trauma transending this silly drama, tap dancing out on the horizon, cotton candy clouds perpetually beckon.

Everything comes together and falls apart.

I wish I could trust the end is much is the start.

Everything comes together and falls apart.

I wish I could trust the end as much as the start.

Taillights fade in the rearview mirror with every mile, that truth becomes clear.

He had so much to say before you left.

I did too, tell you ran me out of breath.

They say some poems are best left unsaid.

They say some prose are best left unread because in the end, it won't matter who was right.

Because in the end, ain't nobody going to win this fight.

Everything comes together and falls apart.

I wish I could trust the end as much is the start.

Everything comes together and falls apart.

Oh, I wish I could trust the end as much as the start.

Everything comes together and falls apart.

I wish I could trust the end as much as the start.

Everything comes together and falls apart.

I wish I could trust the end as much as the start.

This next song is about a lady I used to know it's called fortune teller.

Sometimes I swear you're a fortune teller, baby, because you're a walking self-fulfilling prophecy.

I just wish you tell yourself sweeter story because honey, your tragedies are starting to bore me.

So it goes yes.

So it goes.

See I've been going out laughing and drinking, while you was sitting at home just wondering and thinking.

About everything that I could ever do wrong.

By the time that I get home, you're convinced I'll do them all.

But so it goes yes.

So it goes when you finally get your act together.

Don't be surprised that I ain't waiting here.

When you finally get your act together.

Don't be surprised that I gonna disappear.

Say Paul, weren't you saying you knew a lady like that too?

Man, why don't you tell me about her?

I know you been hurt, broke, and abused.

Now you gotta listen to me when I tell you the truth that I'll never love you more than you love yourself.

So why don't you go on nurture your health so it goes yeah.

So it goes when you finally get your act together.

Don't be surprised that I ain't waiting here.

When you finally get your act together, don't be surprised that I gonna disappear.

Man I really love all music.

And I think it comes through in what we do because it does draw from a lot of wide things.

I mean, I love Bob Dylan, I love Jimi Hendrix.

I'm endlessly fascinated with Charles Mingus, Charlie Parker, Miles Davis, John Coltrane.

The depth with which Carlos Santana can play a single note is truly unsurpassed in my experience.

And so I've been digging in all of these things, but it was about five, six years ago.

I got exposed to New Orleans funk and and some of the seventies funk, like George Clinton, Funkadelic, the Ohio players.

And I just had never been exposed to it.

And then I finally found this thing that I didn't know that I was looking for but was stridently searching for.

And yeah, that pretty much sealed the deal.

That's how you become a Funk-atier.

Don't need much Here in this world of confusion.

Don't need no corruption, or collusion.

I can't take no more of this aggression.

No, I can't sacrifice my attention.

All I need to make it home is that look in your eyes.

Telling me everything's alright.

Everything's alright Just tell me.

Just tell me everything's alright.

Won't you tell me, Eddy?

When I'm on the road and dead ass tired.

Oh, babe, you know my nerves are fried.

From seein' to many damn sunrise From behind these bloodshot eyes!

All I need to make it home.

Is that look in your eyes telling me everything's alright.

Everything's alright!

Just tell me Just tell me everything's alright Won't you tell me, Keenan!

All I need to make it home that look in your eyes telling me everything's alright.

Hey, everything's alright!

Just tell me.

Just tell me everything's all right.

The funk is the freedom.

It's everybody syncopating.

And we always play it different every day because we feel different every day.

And so it'd be really insincere to play the song the same way.

It's a new day.

We've been through new things.

And the music needs to reflect that.

There's a deep spiritual tradition in the funk.

Everything's got to be grounded in something.

It's seeking transcendence.

This tune was written in the middle of one of those long Pacific Northwest winters.

You know, the like January or February, when we haven't seen the sun and way too long.

Everybody goes in, so you don't even get that human contact.

And so this was written on one of those long nights when when you're longing for something, anything it's called Let Me In.

Give me some of that sweet release.

Remind me of my inner peace.

I've been ramblin 100 miles an hour.

You know, my heart's been turning sour.

Bones are hollowed out and weary, even ghosts could see right through me.

Wrap me up and lay me down, relieve me of my thorny crown.

Won't you please let me in won't you please let me in I play this game far too many times.

Yeah, I never can win no matter how I try.

Before the last time that I close my eyes I'm going to find what's buried deep inside.

Can you remember back to the days when we as swam in that bucolic haze the childhood innocence that now leaves behind can I ever turn back my soul's time?

So when I believed I'd grown to be Odysseus.

And Aphrodite would be my goddess.

When we jumped on Father's trampoline.

Oh, it's higher and higher.

Higher and higher.

Won't you please let me in won't you please let me in.

I played this game far too many times.

And I never can win no matter how I try.

Before The last time that I close my eyes.

I'm gonna find what's buried deep inside.

Thank you so much, everybody.

Really appreciate you!