Scott Perry; Local Treasure?

So my friend, CarlEton (who hates it when I mention his name publicly almost as much as when I misspell his name), emailed me awhile back. Seems he and his main squeeze, Holly, were out at Chateau Morrisette this past weekend where your ol' pal Oh Papa was titillating the auditory sensibilities of a record breaking crowd of winos at the Chateau's Blues Fest. While in the men's room he heard one of the patrons state that yours truly is (and I quote) "amazing...a real local treasure." Which of course begs the question, did he mean "Valuable musical resource living in Floyd," or "Something that should be locked in a waterproof chest and buried deep beneath a cursed desert island?"