R. Kelly had already been onstage for half an hour Friday night at Nokia Theatre when he announced that it was time to say what was on his mind.
“I [conceived] three kids listening to my own music,” sang the R&B star in apparent improvisation over a midtempo vamp by his eight-piece band. “You did it," he sang. "Why can’t I?”
The idea: If Kelly’s audience has used his music as an aphrodisiac -- a service he’s been providing for 20 years without interruption -- then shouldn’t he be entitled to the same privilege?