'Blazed and Confused' at Penn's Landing

Stoners of the world have found themselves in hog heaven of late. Cheech & Chong reunited.

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was a smash. The Dead got grateful. Oh, and the the "Blazed and Confused" tour sold out at Penn's Landing's outdoor Festival Pier on Friday.

NORML posters and boys toting cigars to (presumably) roll blunts came with the territory. So did the night's insidious pot-centric soundtrack.

The loopy dub-pop of Slightly Stoopid and the cool kicking reggae of Stephen Marley were as thick as the prominent aroma of hemp (kids burning rope, perhaps?).

Marley's lilting vocals, his band's sweet hard thump, and an appearance by brother Julian made "Mind Control" and covers of papa Bob's classics the perfect sound to accompany their immediate background: sundown.

Slightly Stoopid's arrangements were delightfully fluid. The headliners wielded a slurry mix of trumpet and sax on the slow ska of "Mexico" and the bluesy "Somebody."

Instrumentalist/singers Kyle McDonald and Miles Doughty were keys to this serene sound, with their sonorous vocals on the flowing "'Til It Gets Wet." Yet for young guys from San Diego, their ominous dub instrumentals rumbled like the best Jamaican vets.

Still it was Snoop Dogg who was most fascinating. Not just because Dogg's been rapping about weed since his debut on Dr. Dre's The Chronic, but because in the last few years, he has shown his head-of-the-family side on E!'s reality show Snoop Dogg's Father Hood and has coached his child's football team.

For all his paternal prides on TV, the Doggfather showed his pimp hand as a rapper. And as a notorious aficionado of the weed, Dogg made tall plants part of his staging.

His voice has always been hip hop's liquid sword, as elastically silly as Ludacris' but more ferocious when necessary.

Backed by the edgy Snoopadelics, Dogg pile-drove through the menacing "Staxxx in My Jeans" and "Tha Shiznit", then slid through the pounding "Drop It like It's Hot" and the G-funk whistle of "Gin and Juice."

When Snoop asked the crowd to lift their lighters, something magical occurred: They flared up rather than flashing their cell phones. Guess you can't spark up a blunt with a cellie.

There was something charmingly old school about the exchange, much like the pervasive pot smoke hanging over the concert.