About Me
When someone mentions break dancing nowadays, people think of baggie trouser wearing, medallion brandishing kids sporting baseball caps at set square angles spinning on their heads. This wouldn’t be far from the truth, however what they probably don’t appreciate is the immense skill and physical ability one must have to achieve such aeronautical splendour; plus its deep seated routes in African American culture not to mention its connection with hip hop and subsequently its distant link with the civil rights movement.The term break-dancing is associated to the breaks in music, and the movements that can be performed in these breaks. It was first performed in the Bronx in New York in the very late 1960’s and early 1970’s, usually as a result of a break in a record. When this occurred, dancers would fill the break with corresponding moves. Ironically enough, with regards to musical genres, and as cringe-worthy as it may now be to some hardened break-dancers, but their dance’s birthplace was on the floors of the New York disco scene.Break dancing soon moved from the clubs to the street, were rival gangs in the South Bronx would, in theory, replace actual fighting and turf disputes with a break dancing battle. The theory was sound, often with the best dancer being the best fighter due to large quantities of strength needed for both activities, but more often that not fights would break out after the results were issued by the judging audience. That said breaking battles have today, to a large extent, replaced fighting in the Bronx.Break dancing like all dancing involves moving a certain way in time with music. The actual dancing as evolved considerably from the old-style due to the addition of new ideas and techniques. It involves moving the feet sideways and onto the toes, spinning on the knees, head, elbows, hands, and mocking fighting moves (i.e. kung fu). There are hundreds of moves but 10 of the more frequently used are listed below:"Every thought that comes into thought, leaves my head/
a rhyming essence so bare so empty its dead/
my mind is colorblind, except for the red/
its my blood boiling, booming, ready to go off like a bomb/
frustration only makes it worse, i gotta stop writing just to be calm/
i only come up with fragments but not the whole picture/
why cant the pieces of the puzzle connect into a perfect fixture!/
i cant go forcing it into place without the perfect mixture/
of timing of flow, with the perfect beat as the background of my canvas/
with the perfect femme vibrance echoing from an opera actress!/
and none the less, the perfect score from the keys of a piano/
foreign instrumentals brought to life from a peruano/
the conductor of his own play, a new script and scene thought up everyday/
but every which way my mind heads in a direction im lead astray/
towards the same obstacle in the less traveled pathway/
a limp grey reminisce that never made the journey that day/
half-way to an exquisite masterpiece, that hit an invisible rock/
yes, yes, a discrete rock i like to call writer's block/"
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