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I’m sitting in the Peach’s parking lot as the temperature approaches negative digits. Even though I’m in a car with the heat cranked, I’m starting to lose feeling in my toes. It’s damn near midnight, and after chatting for nearly an hour, I’m about to get a full-on private hip-hop concert.
My first contact with local rapper Obelo (pronounced Oh-Bee-Lo) came through social media, which is rare for interviews like this. Usually, I exchange a series of emails with a publicist or manager, I eventually get a phone number with a time to call and have about 10-15 minutes to pull out a few quotes. I understand why things happen like this, but there’s a lot to be said for sitting in the same room with someone – looking them in the eye to see beyond the mythmaking.
He turns on his car, and Led Zeppelin blasts from the speakers. He told me earlier that he’s been on a Zep binge lately. He plugs his phone into his stereo and asks me what I want to hear. I tell him I trust his judgment and to just hit me with the best he’s got.
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