I bought the vinyl (even though my record player doesn't work), went home and drunkenly read every single lyric. I should read them again without a boozy squint, but I know I'll feel the same: not one word is there that doesn't need to be; they are rich, moving, light, heavy, sometimes sour, more often sweet little poems.
The performance itself - I don't think I have the writing skills to describe how beautiful it was. So instead, I pose the question: Jay-Z, where the fuck were you?
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