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- ItemAs We Trudge Through: An Autoethnography of my College Experience(2022) Samuel, Destiny R.; Foy, Anthony; Nelson, Joseph; Smulyan, LisaI wonder if something counts as fundamental if the entire world witnessed and experienced it simultaneously. Together, at the same time, we witnessed and experienced the world crumble with no sense of when it would piece itself together again. I wonder if it is cliche to write about the COVID-19 pandemic. I already see the art, in its many visual and written forms, deriving from this era. At what point does the world become oversaturated with too many Coronavirus stories and “pandemic reflections”?
- ItemA Hip Hop Episteme: Understanding Hip Hop Culture’s Ways of Knowing and Expressing Knowledge through Time Travel and Traditional African and Afro-Diasporic Spirituality(2020) Ekweonu, Brandon Nnamdi; Foy, AnthonyPerhaps one of my earliest and most interesting Hip Hop experiences occurred early on in my childhood. I remember being in my mother’s bedroom, and I think the lights were off. And I was using my mother’s Sharp CD-C600 Mini Component System with the 3-CD Drawer Changer to play a CD copy of 50 Cent’s Get Rich or Die Tryin’ album that she had purchased for me. I remember being really excited to be playing my favorite song on the album, “In Da Club” (I used to pretend it was my birthday and that 50 Cent was rapping for me, and, as a child, I didn’t really grasp what he was talking about in the lyrics). The thing that makes this particular experience significant to me, though, was that I remember that the CD must have had a scratch on it because it would skip and start again right from the line in the chorus when 50 says “So come give me a hug”. I don’t remember whether or not I was disappointed to learn that my CD was scratched. What I do remember, however, is that I eventually got used to the song being played with that skip in it. I got so used to it that, even today, I can find myself rapping the chorus along with the song and reciting the lyrics as if the song should be skipping and playing out of order. That skip—that moment of discontinuity—in the song is kind of what makes it special for me and connects me back to that moment in my mother’s bedroom so many years ago. It is not an experience that is easy to describe in words, but the bottom line is that it actually felt right that the song didn’t play straight through without skipping. Something was added to the listening experience.