Ha! This reminds me of a story I once had in traffic. True story! This happened well over 10 years ago. I was on Market street going east, at the light near Moore Music, Cedar Street. As you could assume from my profile pic, my complexion is a bit swarthy.

So, this White guy pulls up to the light. My windows are down. He looks over. I look over.

He looked perplexed, contemplative. All the while still looking at me. Finally, almost star struck, he speaks. Through my passenger side window, I hear him yell "Hey!!! Hey!! Aren't you a Chocolate Drop?!?"

You could imagine my interpretation on a statement like this. Like ...is this guy asking a serious question? Or, is this conversation about to take a totally different turn?

Myself, also perplexed, slowly shook my head "no". Thinking like... "Dude, what the hell is your angle??" I looked this guy square in the eyes and replied cautiously, calmly "Nah....nah...man. I'm not a chocolate drop."

Once it registered for him, he threw his hands up rather emphatically and apologetically, also shaking his head. "No, no..!! The Carolina Chocolate Drops! It's a band! You look just like one of the members! No, no! I didn't mean it like THAT!"

Finally satisfied that we were communicating successfully, I just said "Nah, man. That's not me."

The light turned green, and we drove off. You certainly know that I Googled this when I got home, too. And bless his heart...

This was how I first heard about Rhiannon Giddens and the Carolina Chocolate Drops.