We’re sitting in your car listening to old school rap and it’s so upbeat you could call it Camp. For a second you switch channels to make your point; hip hop today is grimy, droning, dirty. I’m imagining the scene as you describe it: middle school kids sweating until dawn. Everyone’s gone out to buy new shoes for the occasion but it’s so dark they can’t be seen. That’s not the point. It’s all about the music. The groove.
Remember the times when we grew up in community? I wish I did.