Where J.I.D lives, inside a brick red two-story home in southwest Atlanta, there is no clear divide between work and home. To the right in this open floor plan is his home studio, replete with a portable vocal booth in what should be the dining room. To the left is the living room, where his management and friends debate over how André 3000 might be received if he was getting his start in music today. Everyone else can hear ESPN's Pardon The Interruption blaring from the widescreen TV. But not J.I.D, who sits not even ten feet away at the kitchen table, his notebook in front of him and headphones on. The longer he listens to the Velvet Underground for the first time, processing what Lou Reed, John Cale, Sterling Morrison, and Maureen Tucker created during the '60s, the more his eyes begin to widen.