I had a shipmate who was black, and into the then-dawning of rap. This was the days when rap had a driving beat, and the lyrics were happy, and not filled with gutter language.
One afternoon, he knocked on my barracks room door. “Yo, whatchew listening to? I hear all this strange stuff when I pass your room!”. I invited him in. He discovered the world of the big bands. Artie Shaw. Lewis Jordan. Duke Ellington. Charlie Barnett. Ella Fitzgerald. This fellow was CAPTIVATED!.
As it turns out, our little tiny base (Toreii Station, Hanza Okinawa) had the most amazing record library. We went over there a few times, and I set him up with his introduction to big-band, and the Great American Songbook.