Saturday, October 29, 2005
For the floor rockers.Before you got into the artform, you looked at footwork and you laughed at the bboys doing it. You thought it was all about messing up your legs around on the floor. You thought that bboying was all about power moves and dynamic stuff. You had this assumption that bboying wasn't really a dance but a sport.
Eventually you developed an interest in it.Starting out, you probably learnt with the intention to impress the chicks or to show off. After mastering your first freeze or move, you flaunt it whenever you get the chance to and feel that you're pro. You look at videos of yourself bboying and you get an orgasm cos it looks heavenly to you. You post it somewhere on the internet where bboys gather and the older bboys are laughing behind your back.
You initially think that headspin is the hardest move ever to master in bboying but you realise the basics can be much harder to master after venturing deeper into the artform. You watch videos from Bboyworld and you wonder how the hell those Koreans pull off such crazy shit and how the hell those Americans are able to rock the beat so well. You slow motion certain parts of certain videos by clicking the play button repeatedly on Windows Media Player. You do it at a jam and people who regconise what you did throw the infamous bite sign.
Cos of this experience, originality started to mean alot to you.You travel to your session area. You sweat. You injure yourself repeatedly and it hurts like fuck but you continue training. You buy drinks and share 'em with your mates. You practice till the sun sets. You exhuast yourself and the next morning when you wake up, your entire body is aching. It feels so fucked up.
Your crew mates start to mean alot more to you over time. More than friends, more than best friends. You feel this bond. The big day eventually comes. The jam that you and your crew have been training so hard for. Its your turn and you step up onto the dance floor. As the music starts you look around and realise that everything you've went through was for this fateful day. You start toprocking and hands start flying and flapping when you do something dope. When you found out you lost, you felt screwed up and started asking yourself "WTF was I doing?!"
During school lessons, you're thinking about some new transitions and sets in your mind. Your teacher is talking about Physics and you're in your own world, thinking about the new routine you want to try at the next session. You break so much that you neglect your studies. You fail your exams badly and your parents flame you hard.
At certain times you spend more time breaking than with your girlfriend. She feels neglected. Quarrels and arguments start to happen alot more often.
You get exploited countless times. You perform and don't get anything in return. But you do it cos you want exposure but you realise after awhile you dont get any. The event organisers are just using you as puppets. You start asking for pay and many organisers aren't willing to pay much. You get your first 50 bucks out of bboying and you feel really good about it. But then again you realise that after all the blood, sweat and tears you gave to bboying, 50 bucks is bullshit.
Sometimes you feel like quitting. Sometimes you feel like giving up.You see bboy competitions popping out every one or two months and the prizes are attractive. They are held in town and you get excited. The judging is fucked up and the judges are usually the staff of the company which organised the bboy comp and some other people who dont know shit about bboying. After a series of screwed up competitions, you decided not to join any of that bullshit no more and only participate in true bboy jams.
Life as a Bboy ain't easy but no matter what, you still carry on doing it because of the undying love you have for this artform...
BBOYING
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