Well, I just got back from taking Cam to his first day in the Middle School. As soon as I started the car, the CD player started up... it was playing Archie's Dipset disk. I realized it had been a couple of weeks since I drove that car, 'cause the last time was the day before Archie left to go live with his mother in Cooperstown.
We listened to it for most of the trip. Conversation was sparse, as the music played. I asked Cam if he knew who they were, he said it sounded familiar... I guessed it wasn't quite his type of music. If Archie had been there, he would have skipped thru a lot of it. I let the songs play in their order, and it was the first time I heard some of them all the way thru... I liked it.
After awhile, Cam had had enough, and he pulled out his mp3 player and headphones. I didn't want to be selfish, so I told him he could plug it into the radio (we were almost at the school, anyway, and I could reminisce about Archie another time). I didn't ask, but whoever he was listening to was more melodic, and less hardcore. I would have expected tougher music from a kid who poses as a Crip.