I will watch those in a minute but I remember after I came back from the South with my Dad Luka showed me a terrifying video by Young Jeezy and some other rapper from (I think) Baton Rouge. In Atlanta, when we got lost down town I’d waded confidently into a convenience store in an obviously dodgy area to ask for directions to the hotel. Spread my map across the counter and put on my best entitled Hugh Grant accent, and it was fine, while my Dad slightly cowered in the car. When I showed him the videos Luke sent me weeks later he had a weird quasi-racist fit, strange for a Baby Boomer liberal jazz, soul and blues obsessive.
One of my favourites, Alexander O’Neill is from Natchez which, by the way, is a lovely town.