Stanford supplement prompt- note to your future roommate.
To my future roommate,
As you search for our room that destined us together, you will hear loud music and lyrical rhythms spill out into the hall. The notes of the songs will wrap your hips and sway them, putting your mind in an ecstatic musical sensation. Your feet will follow the music, kicking our dorm door, begging for more. Once I open the door, you will enter not just an ordinary dorm, but another dimension; a new world full of underground hip hop, living the experiences and adversity of rappers and historical figures expressed through rap. As you embrace and settle into this new universe full of this new musical genre, the mainstream media will hopefully not invade our 'earth,' as they are poisonous to our culture in this new 'home'.
Before I was exposed to underground hip hop, the venomous fangs of mainstream media had injected me with their poison of music, infecting my mind and soul that life was all about 'living the Scarface fantasy,' or 'the Wiz Khalifa dream.' Women, money, and partying were my conviction; my poison was spreading throughout my body, making me into a mental slave to the media. But one day in school, my U.S. History teacher had played a song called 'Freedom of Speech' by Immortal Technique to my class. The millions of lyrical bullets hit me, breaking my chains of my mental slavery, and I was reborn into a new fanatic of underground hip hop; born into a new universe of a different cultural music.
I then looked deeper into Immortal Technique and other underground hip hop artists, and fell in love with this genre. My poison was cured, and I was less ignorant about the mainstream media, that they are a bunch of sheep, told what to do by their shepherd: the music industry. My mind was then saved.
And so to you, I hope you will enjoy underground hip hop just as much as I do. I guarantee you will learn new facts and literature once you listen to this music. Together, we could name ourselves a new rap group, and pretend to rap like the Wu-Tang clan, or Jedi Mind Tricks.
To my future roommate,
As you search for our room that destined us together, you will hear loud music and lyrical rhythms spill out into the hall. The notes of the songs will wrap your hips and sway them, putting your mind in an ecstatic musical sensation. Your feet will follow the music, kicking our dorm door, begging for more. Once I open the door, you will enter not just an ordinary dorm, but another dimension; a new world full of underground hip hop, living the experiences and adversity of rappers and historical figures expressed through rap. As you embrace and settle into this new universe full of this new musical genre, the mainstream media will hopefully not invade our 'earth,' as they are poisonous to our culture in this new 'home'.
Before I was exposed to underground hip hop, the venomous fangs of mainstream media had injected me with their poison of music, infecting my mind and soul that life was all about 'living the Scarface fantasy,' or 'the Wiz Khalifa dream.' Women, money, and partying were my conviction; my poison was spreading throughout my body, making me into a mental slave to the media. But one day in school, my U.S. History teacher had played a song called 'Freedom of Speech' by Immortal Technique to my class. The millions of lyrical bullets hit me, breaking my chains of my mental slavery, and I was reborn into a new fanatic of underground hip hop; born into a new universe of a different cultural music.
I then looked deeper into Immortal Technique and other underground hip hop artists, and fell in love with this genre. My poison was cured, and I was less ignorant about the mainstream media, that they are a bunch of sheep, told what to do by their shepherd: the music industry. My mind was then saved.
And so to you, I hope you will enjoy underground hip hop just as much as I do. I guarantee you will learn new facts and literature once you listen to this music. Together, we could name ourselves a new rap group, and pretend to rap like the Wu-Tang clan, or Jedi Mind Tricks.