One Saturday, I head out to the garage to clean the studio/workout. I was playing some Patti LaBelle to get the morning started. The neighbor’s sister (white woman) comes out for a cigarette and says something to me, but I didn’t hear her. I come out and she says: “I didn’t know you like WHITE BOY music!” I looked perplexed and humbly ask “Patti LaBelle is ‘white boy music’?” She doubles down: “Yeah!” I give it a good ol’ *Kanye shrug* and go back in the garage. When the song was about over, I changed it to this Black Moon song, came back out and asked “Is that more like it?” She apologized and said she “didn’t mean it in a bad way”. Even told me the first rap song she ever heard (which I heard as “liked”) was “Regulator”. Ironically, it was the 20th anniversary of Regulator’s release.
Moral of the story: “Don’t define my blackness, bitch. We made all this music.” She’s lucky I didn’t resort to playing The Watts Prophets, so she could REALLY understand who she was talking to.