Breakspiration

Help out a bboy and you get 3 wishes…

Hey Tumblr-folk:

There is a little contest going around in Montreal to Name the Next Bboy Jam.

Basically the person who gets the most number of Likes on their proposed name gets free workshops with the one and only BBOY BORN.

Originally, I wasn’t going to blog about this, but other contestants are cheating by putting links to their entries on Tumblr and receiving massive amounts of Likes.

And so, here I am… help a brotha out? 

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REBLOG IF YOU’RE A BBOY/BGIRL

domkey:

dylangee:

Just a lil experiment, please do help out and reblog if you are, and DONT if you’re not.

surely

gotta represent!

Grand Bend 2011

Got smoked yesterday at the beach by a tricker/powerhead. I was nervous, they were playing house music, and overall it was just a bad experience.

I’d like to think that I dance for my own enjoyment, and based on that logic I shouldn’t have to cater to other peoples’ tastes.

However, like all things in life: it’s only fun if you win.

TIL: footwork and toprock just doesn’t hold up infront of a non-bboy crowd… It’s time to go back to the drawing boards.

Everyone wants to be unique, noone wants to be different.

Dance responsibly.

Ever since I started taking dance seriously, I’ve been waging in an inner war trying to find the perfect balance in my life. Coming from my family, it was always expected that I would go to a good university, attend graduate school, and become a Doctor of Something. While dancing has changed my perspective on life, it hasn’t changed my goals in life.

Unfortunately, my school life and break life often impede each another. On more than one occasion my dance has conflicted with my studies. Many of my friends at school say that dance is getting in the way of my education, while on the other hand the people I session with all claim that my school work is holding back my breaking. While I agree that being a scholar and being a bboy certainly don’t go hand in hand, I think that it is definitely possible to get good grades in school and still be a dope bboy… it just takes dedication. 

Being able to prioritize and allocate time accordingly goes a long way. Instead of spending 20 minutes on Facebook here, or 30 minutes browsing Youtube there, I try and make the most of my time. Whenever I find myself procrastinating or wasting time I think to myself, “If I can return task at hand then I will have time to session afterwards!” That usually gets me right back on track. So far things have worked out pretty well for me in high school: I was able to perform in both of my school’s major productions, and I also got accepted to my university of choice.

Life is all about finding balance in doing what you love and doing what needs to be done. There are a few very lucky people who are able to do what they love for a living. But for the rest of us, we need to be able to strike a middle ground: leading a fulfilling, yet responsible lifestyle. 

Why Do I Dance? [first post]

Yesterday, after our performance at Winston Churchill, during the questions and answer session one of the kids asked us: “Why do you dance?”

I told her that the reason I dance is because, when I dance I am me. When I move my body to the music, all of society’s shackles fall away. Every one’s expectations and their preconceived notions of me are nonexistent. When I dance I let my soul loose, and it is the closest I will ever get to a religious experience.

Or at least, that’s what I told her.

In retrospect, while i wouldn’t say that I lied to her, I realize that I didn’t tell her the whole truth.

The truth is, most of the time dancing is not as spiritual and glorious as movies like Step Up make it out to be. While we dancers do have our moments, what Hollywood doesn’t show is the countless hours we have to spend in the studio—or in my case, the basement—drilling the same move over and over again until we get it down perfectly. Indeed, I don’t believe there is such thing as natural born talent in breakdancing. For me what separates a dope bboy from a wack bboy is how much he practices, compared to their counterparts.

To use an analogy, for me dancing is like eating: while I usually enjoy it, it can be a major hassle sometimes. Nonetheless, it’s something I need to do.

Somedays I dance to relieve stress—because it lets me take my mind off more pressing matters—but other times a session will end up causing me more stress. On a good day, I drill my sets to stay fit, but sometimes it’s the night before a performance and I have to stay up until 2a.m. practicing my solo.

Most of the time however, I need to dance just to be able to function normally, otherwise I’ll catch myself unconsciously toprocking to ’80s Aquafit music at work, while all the patrons and my co-workers gawk at me. [True story]

To the girl from Winston Churchill P.S. if by some miracle you’re reading this, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth. Here is the answer you’re looking for:

Dancing is a part of me, almost to the point of it being second nature. I don’t dance to impress, I don’t dance to express, I just dance.