Nothing cheers me up harder than watching black youtubers listening to Free Bird for the first time. The stages of ears blow off has been the same across the board.

1. Nodding along with the slow opening
2. Being impressed by the surprising soulfulness of the the lyrics
3. Hearing the guitar flourishes during the verses.
4. Wondering how much longer the song's gonna go on.
5. The Solo starts.
6. The Solo keeps going.
7. The Solo. Keeps. Going.
8. THE. SOLO.
9. Le petite mort.

Its beautiful to watch and it makes me smile every time. (especially since I did the same damn thing. I just didn't record my experience, cause I'm not photogenic like all the youngsters these days)

Yo, if white people leaned into expressive, emotional rocking out, instead of being trigger happy racists, the world will be a lot better.