Last night, as we were closing up shop to go home and watch
Big Love/drink ourselves to sleep, one of your Idolators commented, "I wish I could go to the Lauryn Hill show." "Yes," said the other, "that should be a 'good' time." Well apparently
it was indeed a good time, though just as inexplicable as one could have hoped, with Hill's hits set to loooong African/island rhythms by a large ensemble and the singer herself apparently performing her own songs in all new arrangements that had her skiddly-diddly-bop scatting like Cab Calloway:
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