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Cramming for the Test
We come from a generation where a lot of bboys didn't last, and people know about us no matter what because of that. We were in touch with that on the first day. And our battle was a tribute to how things were done in that era, the flow was different and people noticed that. We hit the hotel and tried to perfect and polish the routines until late that night for Day 2. I thought it should be committed to memory before we left Seattle, so that already was part of our struggle right there. We should have just been relaxing at that point. We felt rushed. It takes weeks to let the steps settle into your brain. It's like cramming for a test. We thought we knew it but drew a blank against Supernaturalz/Flex Flav, our routines were on the tip of our tongue and we couldn't get them out.
Supernaturalz/Flex Flav duplicated our style and formula so we were battling a mirror image as far as routines, and commando style. There was no pace first of all. We couldn't hear the music when the battle started because a curtain split the funk music room for poppin/lockin and their side was so loud. We couldn't hear the beat on stage because the speakers were on the other side. The judges thought it was a toss-up with crews not wanting to go out first. It's always an advantage to respond rather than going out first. There is a time limit on each battle, and we were a minute and 30 seconds behind already standing around. Nobody understood we couldn't hear the music. Then the battle had no rhythm. We are being pressured by the host, the crowd, the DJs and then finally they turn the music up. Our mistakes were beginner mistakes. Little screw ups that add up. They didn't out dance us, as much as we beat ourselves. Those hit the hardest, we tripped over our own feet.
Tim the Pit was saying how he beat Phantom to some other bboy on Day 1, and that guy went to Phantom and told him. Phantom came back to ask Tim if he said that and Tim didn't deny it. It was word against word. So if that's the case lets do it right now. If there is space and opportunity that's where it happens in breakin. Tim accepted the challenge. Phantom came back with his crew on Day 2 and an exchange started, security interrupted because we were blocking an exit. Fire codes, city ordnances and what not. It's like a street fight to where they plotted on calling Tim out to belittle him like Phantom was belittled. It went from 1-on-1, to 2-on-1 to crew on crew. The frustration from the loss was major, so we did it like the 70s and 80s before there were Freestyle Sessions. It was a substitution for gang warfare, and rather than fight we brought back the old essence. No organized tournament, all raw, un-cut street rules. Other than the battle between two 6-year old bboys, that was the most talked about thing that happened that weekend.
It's on Us
Day 1 we hang out, were veterans. 10 plus years of this so we know what time it is. We were on point with our own personal support; the crowd can't be relied on for that. We had a vibe with each other, and no fear at all. After the first battle I felt we were gonna destroy everybody. But Juse's ankle tweaked out the first day, and I had to go to everyone to get the other guys to make up for the adversity by just being stronger. We are such a close-knit family, it's seen as an honor to help Juse. We smoked the first round with Supernaturalz/Flex Flav... I messed up on one routine, the Jackson. We were too close to the other crew, and I had to dodge the guy throwing a hand gesture into my face. They threw off the timing. I can't front I was pissed, but its on us. I have to have better spacing. We busted our ass but it wasn't meant to be. It's easy to point fingers and assign blame, but that's bull in my opinion.
We were mad and wanted to go. Then Tim and Floor Phantom started the street battle. I know we have respect for his crew Zulu Kings and they do for us, it was a skilled exchange. But there was a lot of shit talking. It's was mature though. We decided to let skills speak after a while. No one got smoked. Everyone was on. We all were feeling it. Both crews had just lost; it took a lot of frustration out. It didn't stop us being mad about the loss at the end of the day.
I came home and I got caught up thinking about the situation. There is always something to learn, I just have to find it. The marathon was over and I had this ticket to Hawaii, man, this is good relaxation. Now I can go surfing, Hawaii is my second home.
tags: Freestyle Session, Massive Monkees, B-Boy, Battles, Jeromeskee, Coping With Loss
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Taste of Our Own Medicine
It seemed smaller than usual. I'm used to lines out to the street at Freestyle Session. We set-up in a corner of the venue. We forgot to register when we got there so we were the to last battle. I was in the funk room most of the time, staying fresh with locking, my legs feel good when I keep them moving. In the first battle, on the first day, of course I got all mad at this other guy because he used my move. I went a step too fast on all my runs. Five minutes after the battle, I was like what the heck is that in my ankle? If you've ever had a pinched nerve you know it starts small. And I'm like no, this isn't happening right now. I couldn't be the kind of person I wanted to be after that. It immobilized me, and made me hesitant.
When we lost I couldn't do it. I saw the moments meant for me when I could take the ball back for our Crew, the parts of the music that no one else wants. We could have won without using routines. Wasting that minute and half killed us too, because those long routines they used against us was a taste of our medicine. It just ate up all the clock. I was sitting around afterwards displaced in time. Trying not to be upset. Then we are leaving; I'm already having my bracelet cut off when the Zulu Kings battle starts. I was gonna post up. Then they tried to punk Jo Rawk. I wasn't gonna dance, and then I tried hitting stuff where my ankle just flopped around. When I tried to do elbow baby swipes I ruined it right there. The good thing is I found out I could dance on it. But I knew I would hurt myself because I didn't have that lift, that spring. It flattened out my style. I don't think I tore anything. I've had way worse ankle injuries doing graffiti... one time, jumping over fences, I landed funny and had cankles bigger than my calves. I never saw a doctor, and I was breakin on it. It helps my style to dance with an injury.
tags: Freestyle Session, Massive Monkees, B-Boy, Battles, Juseboogy, Dance, Coping With Loss
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A Real Crew Can
I guess FSS is important because a W there would really further validate our legacy as one of the best Bboy crews ever. We want to prove that a real crew can, and should, go all the way even if we have to battle through all-star crews on our way to the top. Other than that, Freestyle Session is just THE event to win... Its our biggest event in the US and even though Massive Monkees win on the big stages all over the world we still want that title here at home in the US.
tags: Freestyle Session, Massive Monkees, B-Boy, Battles, Iron Mike Brysen, Coping With Loss, Meditating
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Flavored Out
This weekend was crazy! First off Friday I ended up going out... got pretty smashed. Saturday was real easy like I said it would be. We just did our thing and flavored it out and performed well. We didn't do so good Sunday though because we lost!! We won the first battle against a German crew. But the second battle we just basically smoked our selves. Meaning we didn't perform to our potential because we didn't execute our choreography perfectly and we didn't have much time to do solos. We messed up on some parts and we had people fighting to get on the floor. Just didn't look like we had it in the bag. So I understand why we lost. But afterwards we got to battle Zulu Kings outside on the concrete! It started because Tim and Floor Phantom (Zulu Kings) had a battle the day before and for some reason and it wasn't finished. It started out being a Tim vs Floor Phantom and Papa Smurf (Zulu Kings) battle. But it quickly escalated to full crew ish. That was dope, and we are all on good terms afterwards. Just gotta let that out and show people how ill you really are you know? If other people think you're ill too, then you get respect. Peace to Zulu Kings and respect.
tags: Freestyle Session, Massive Monkees, B-Boy, Granite Rok, Battles, Coping With Loss
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tags: Freestyle Session, Massive Monkees, B-Boy, Battles, Twixx, Coping With Loss
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