One calm Sunday afternoon, when I was younger, I sat in the car I owned at the time, listening to FM radio, “and this song came on the radio …”
It was a kind of revelation. I, too, would have pulled over if I had been on the expressway; but I was just lounging, smoking a tame sativa.
There is almost nothing as American-griot as what happens starting from 05:00. The two minutes after that mark may be all that is required to link Kouroussa or Wassolou to Detroit—from the Mandé djelis and Oumou Sangaré to Detroit Spinners and Eminem.