r&b, 8 p.m.
These days it’s impossible to write about R. Kelly without mentioning his magnum opus Trapped in the Closet or the trial that nearly ended his career. The former is clearly one of the most over-indulgent works of arts that has ever been created. It’s more excessive than the collected works of Kansas and Yes and Peter Gabriel-era Genesis, James Gandolfini’s final meal, and last weekend’s three-day bender — seriously, did you really have to mainline Buffalo wing sauce? That said, Trapped is entertaining from beginning to end, even if it is ultimately nonsensical and repetitious. As for the court case, well, we can’t talk about the particulars of it without winding up in the Blotter ourselves. The point is, from a pop culture standpoint, R. Kelly is now a punchline — albeit an ironically cherished one. However, far too many of us have forgotten that he’s also one of the best R&B singer-songwriters ever. If you need reminding, swing on by the North Charleston Coliseum on Saturday night. And afterwards, you will get laid. But for the love of God, please don’t pee on anyone without their permission. —Chris Haire SATURDAY