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Every R. Kelly show is, in essence, a greatest hits show: If you've seen an R. Kelly show you know that it's very rare that he performs a song in its entirety. The whole performance is built around stop and starts and blackouts between medleys. When he does perform and entire song (see below), he goes all out and it's a showstopper. Still, everyone gets generous helpings of everything one has come to hear.
"Bump and Grind" is now a lewd choral opera performed by juicy mouths from an enormous, multiply-partitioned film screen: Try to picture that if you can. That's exactly how it is.
The "Strip Song" makes an appearance, but no stripping occurs: "You go first," R. Kelly compels all members of the audience of the audience, inviting them to play a game of strip-chicken with him.
However, everyone gets to see an enormous projection of R. Kelly's cock: It's at the end of one of the montages. He's wearing sheer silk shorts and climbing the stairs of what appears to be a church. Or his home. Or his home-church. Still, clearly visible slow-mo cock, and everyone claps and hoots.
R. Kelly's mom writes a letter to you, the audience, to introduce a moving slideshow (from the grave): A very moving letter from R. Kelly's mom is read where she tells us how proud she is of Kells' success and the current tour and uses words like "LOL." At some point in the letter, it is implied that she's writing this from heaven, which would have to be the case because she's been dead for years.
"Ignition (Remix)" is performed in its entirety: With an epic instrumental coda played live by the crackerjack band at hand. It's one of the clear showstoppers, the other one being...
"When a Woman Loves": After an entire show of ad-libs, jumping in the middle of the audience, a cappella belting (that "Real Talk" workout--wow), sensual cooing, and just singing his ass off, R. Kelly puts on a suit and the retro horn-rimmed glasses that make him look like a super-sexy Malcolm X, and gets ready for the showpiece of the Love Letter album and tour. And he nails it (of course), like a mutant Sam Cooke from a different dimension where soul singers are also street philosophers, surreal producers, filmmakers, psychos, psychics, psychoanalysts, and conceptual Casanovas.
And then he brings some audience lovelies onstage for some champagne, while he shakes hands with the audience and the end credits (and some bloopers!) roll, all scored by an pre-recorded R. Kelly rendition of "My Way" (yup, Sinatra's and Elvis' and Paul Anka's) that you won't find in any album:
"Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way."
Yes, R. Kelly did, and he does, and long may he do it.