The H.A.M That is Lauryn Hill

Lauryn Hill performed at a sold-out show at Oakland's Paramount Theatre. A San Francisco Chronicle critic had this to say: "Aural audience response was divided between cheers and boos. Others sat and stood in silence, their mouths agape at what they were hearing and seeing. Her hair in an unkempt rust-colored Afro, Hill wore a green-and-yellow plaid jacket that appeared to be made of wool and an ankle-length black skirt, looking not unlike a bag lady one might encounter at a taco truck on International Boulevard. At one point during the show, the singer tripped and fell, landing flat on her backside. "That's what I get for wearing high heels," she said as she rose to her feet." On her voice: "A raspy tone, cracked notes, clipped phrases and melismas that meandered painfully off pitch demonstrated just how badly Hill's once-commanding pipes have deteriorated." Well DAYUM. What is there even left to say about that. Dick is one hell of a drug.