"Listen everyone, I can't cook steaks for you all. But I can make a lot of toast. Maybe even with butter."
The crowd begins to request Talib cook them something too.
"It was sodium chloride, or salt. I seasoned some steaks before coming here tonight. Didn't see that one coming, did ya."
{stamps foot} "No, guess again." {stamps foot}
"No, guess again."
"Is it a stick of gum? I lost some backstage."
"Oprah loves magic. So guess what I have in my hand."
"Wait wait, but really. I'm not buying you all cars."
"You get a car! You get a car! You get a car!"
"And just so we're clear, this is Oprah, not Uma. Ok, let's get going."
This first song is dedicated to Oprah, my hero.
Talib Kweli tages the stage.
It was about then that I realized I was wearing entirely too few bracelets.
All praise the angry birds.
Sina was trying to bring back horizontal stripes. And scarves. He's very fashion forward.
