A conscious streak glowed bright in black pop culture, filtering through to black kids like me all over the world. Before hip-hop went gangster it had become decidedly politicised, historically aware, sometimes Afrocentric, frequently bohemian, experimental and cerebral. I watched my sisters adopt the affectations of Queen Latifah, Erykah Badu and Lauryn Hill. I listened to the psychedelia of OutKast and De La Soul and jazzy sample work of A Tribe Called Quest, pulling me into a black American consciousness.