First of all, I'm unhappy about the timing of this show. The ticket stated that showtime was at 6:30. Toronto's Now Magazine announced that the doors would open at 5:30. We arrived at 6:30 and were allowed into the outer part of the venue complex, but the gates to the seating area weren't actually opened until almost 7:00 PM. This alone felt abusive, considering a ticket price of almost $100. There was an opening act that was fairly mediocre, but due to the poor sound quality I never did clearly hear the rapper's name. Nas's show, during which he performed a lot of material from his classic Illmatic, among other things, got underway soon after 8:00 PM. Nas was excellent, although the sound was not the best, and the two DJs, Premier and Pete Rock, were great at getting the crowd excited. Nas was on, and became more so through the course of the show, which lasted about an hour or slightly less. So far, an acceptable schedule, despite the irritating wait at the beginning. But this is when things began their downhill slide. After Nas's show ended shortly after 9:00 PM, the crowd waited expectantly for Lauryn Hill to come on. And waited. And waited. A couple of times, I set deadlines: "OK, ten more minutes, and I'm out of here." I kept missing these deadlines, however, not wanting to leave only to hear Hill start singing while I was crossing the bridge to the Ex. The waiting was made more tedious by the fact that the trailers for films and upcoming events at the venue was on a fairly short loop that kept repeating ad nauseam. Similarly, the same canned hip hop jams kept playing over and over again. Finally, disgusted and feeling abused, I left at 10:45 after a wait of over an hour and a half. The next morning, I heard that the show finally started close to 11:30 PM -- a wait of close to two and a half hours for those who had the tenacity to stick around. As it happens, I never heard Lauryn Hill, and never will hear her live, because I will never again, under any circumstances, buy a ticket for one of her shows or waste any more of my life as a result of what was, in my opinion, inexcusably unprofessional behavior. (If, by the way, there was some good technical explanation for the late start, the audience should have been informed of this; as long as I was there, though, no such communication was made.)