It was about then that I realized I was wearing entirely too few bracelets.
Talib Kweli tages the stage.
This first song is dedicated to Oprah, my hero.
"And just so we're clear, this is Oprah, not Uma. Ok, let's get going."
"You get a car! You get a car! You get a car!"
"Wait wait, but really. I'm not buying you all cars."
"Oprah loves magic. So guess what I have in my hand."
"Is it a stick of gum? I lost some backstage."
{stamps foot} "No, guess again." {stamps foot}
"No, guess again."
"It was sodium chloride, or salt. I seasoned some steaks before coming here tonight. Didn't see that one coming, did ya."
The crowd begins to request Talib cook them something too.
"Listen everyone, I can't cook steaks for you all. But I can make a lot of toast. Maybe even with butter."
"Ok, I'll throw in some mashed potatoes and a girl scout cookie. Final offer."
"Give it up for Thin Mints people!"
