Scott-Heron was tall and slender, in a newsboy's flat cap with a puff of white hair peeking out the back like a cloud of dust behind a roadrunner. He addressed his absence by way of stand-up routine before the show--a rambling monologue given in his warbling baritone voice. His subjects included his vanishing, midget jokes, Bush jokes, black history month jokes, and even a Winston Churchill joke. "For those of you looking for a job, put a -ology on the end of whatever you'd like to do. And open up a office," Scott-Heron quipped.
He then began a fable ("an old African folk tale, told to me by some old Africans") about the beginning of the world, starting with an agreement between the seasons turning sour when Winter complained it didn't get enough respect. This turned into a long, disguised poem about the seasons, with lines like, "footsteps sound like crunch." It was a great epic that cycled back to Winter's complaint, in order to introduce his 1974 song "Winter in America."