The whole Breakin' scene took off hugely...all the big Cities, London, Birmingham, Manchester etc got it first and Cov, which is just outside of Brum caught it. So you're thinking, "Well, it was just a bunch of lads (and girls) Dancing in the Street with a roll of Lino and and a 'Ghetto Blaster'"...err...no...it was life or death...seriously...it was a Battle against other Gangs (Crews).
Early on I realised what I was quite good at it...the whole Dance scene essentially broke down into Poppin' and Breakin'...Breakin' was probably the more energetic, exciting and dangerous, but Poppin' was more...I don't know...intellectual! Poppin' is what I did...and did very well!Of course, in the early days before we formed a Crew, there were a few places you could show your skills and one in particular was near the Courtaulds building in Foleshill. This place was a Sports and Social Club, but on a Saturday afternoon, there were just hundreds of kids packed in and some of the main crews from around...including Future Shock. Electro music would be blasting out and every 5 minutes or so, you'd see kids gather round in a group...'cause there was a 'Battle' on!
So what was a Battle? Well essentially it was a case of someone doing a move and then the other person tried to do one better, until 1 of them gave up. Sounds simple, but in reality it was all about 'blowing out' the person...doing moves that took the piss out of them.
On one Saturday, I thought I'd make my move....but not just having a simple Battle...I'd take on one of the best in the West Midlands...Mr Freeze! I walked up to him while he was talking to someone, looked at him and he looked back and just knew...he was a veteran at this. I was about 14, in my cheap Hip Hop gear and he was this huge black guy in his late teens early 20's...all kitted out with the best gear...
The crowd could sense it, all eyes were on us both...BATTTLE CRY! With a crowd, gathered around us...maybe 5 or 6 deep...I started, did a bit of floatin', lockin' and tickin'...all my best moves at the time and thought...yeah...beat that! Now this guy was watching everything I did...he could tell what level I was at and knew how he would respond. This guy was about 10 feet away from me and in a blink of an eye...he floated all the way around me and then next thing I knew he was again standing 10 feet in front of me...only this time, he was wearing my Baseball Cap! All in a few seconds...I didn't even notice!
I was beaten and everyone knew it...it was my turn, but thought I'd save myself from anymore embarrassment, smiled and said "nah, nah", while waving my hand. Thing is, I got respect for that, not because I'd got beaten, but because I took on the best. Anyway, had a little chat with Mr Freeze after and he gave me some tips and encouragement...nice guy! I was determined then, I was gonna' get good!
Next time, I'll talk about the crew we formed (Sonic Beat), which ended up at one point being about 15 of us, where we practised and some of the scrapes we got into...especially one time when I 'broke the rules' and ended up with about 100 lads outside my house...looking for blood!
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