My dad had a conference to go to in the USA & he managed to swing the whole family going on a holiday together. Part of this meant catching up with some friends of theirs in Philadelphia.
I remember arriving, then heading downstairs with their son “Chad” (oh, so American!), where Chad introduced us to the glorious thing called Cable TV, and more particularly, “Yo MTV Raps,” an hour of rap music in the afternoons.
The only film clip I remember watching before I fell asleep from the remainder of jetlag was “Me, Myself & I” by De La Soul.
Definitely a very different feel to the gangsta rap of later generations…