Oh Rufus, you silly pretty boy. What a fabulous concert you gave tonight. So fabulous you even have me saying fabulous, and that's something special, if I do say so myself. I loved your pretty white silk shirt with the orange flowers on it, and your little silvery flip flops. Who would dare wear such a combination but you? And of course your hair was immaculate as ever. I wish I could get mine to do that. I like how you would start a song then stop five seconds in every once in a while because you forgot to do the setup for it, and I like how you dedicated every song to something, like gay pride, your sister, or those dead men from the 1800s who built the wacky flamboyant buildings in Cleveland. I like how you told those Guster boys, who came out to help you with one song, to get offstage as soon as it was over. I was so mad when they wouldn't leave after Ben Folds had them on for a song and ended up ruining the last twenty minutes of his set. You, on the other hand, had the sense to bring out the catwoman in you and bitch them off while at the same time saying how cute they are, and alas all with girlfriends. You have tact, my friend. All this and a short "Down with Bush" moment, yay, and those new songs that you sang from the next album, Want Two. I couldn't have asked for a better concert. Thanks for the good time. One day I'll return the favor. ;-)
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