Some immediate thoughts after watching Uprooted

Uprooted is a documentary on the history of Jazz dance.

Jazz was mentioned as having been recontexualized through Ballet & Modern in the studio environment, which disconnected it from its roots as a social dance (lindy hop, swing). This exactly mirrors whats being called “Hip Hop” in pop culture and dance institutions, and it can feel egregious and offensive for those who learned classic Hip Hop forms in local community settings. Dance moves & sensibilities that may have originated from actual Hip Hop forms, were then adapted to & filtered thru commercial media, then disseminated back to the public and further shaped in studios & by dance teams. “Dancing in front-facing lines” is a common critique about commercial hip hop — it centers the act of audience consumption over the communing between practitioners. The divisions between teacher & students, performer & audience reinforces hierarchy in favor of the conversational cypher.

While it sounds like I’m trying to exclude Hip Hop choreo from the umbrella of Hip Hop dance forms, I would adamantly insist that it has become part of Hip Hop culture. Although it’s origins are thru commercial media and colonialist culture, it cannot be denied that people of color have discovered their individual voice through the form. and it ultimately serves as a vehicle for self-expression and community-building, which is the core of Hip Hop. Can it be misused, appropriated, misrepresented? Yes, but that’s been happening since the very beginning, it’s what happens in a capitalistic context. See: Grandmaster Caz vs Sugarhill Gang (episode 2 of Netflix’s Hip Hop Evolution).

Dance forms, art, culture in general is constantly shifting and most of all, reflects its environmental context. The answer isn’t to not do something, or to dismiss it, but to know the hows and whys. In this case its the impact of media influence. It’s worth mentioning my own biases, as someone who learned from 90s bboys, as their learning was directly informed by the repercussions of the late 80s media fallout.

And then this brings me to another personal gripe of mine, the assimilation of Hip Hop moves, specifically Breakin’ and Poppin’, by contemporary dancers. I will admit upfront my aversion to this is certainly connected to a personal jealousy and envy for the success that non-Hip Hop dancers have received using Hip Hop moves, and most of my observations are based off of instagram hate-watching. Yes, these moves aren’t exclusive to Hip Hop at all (waves, threads, baby freeze holds/stab), and there are instances where they predate Hip Hop. But to start using these moves DECADES after Hip Hop did indicates a lack of innovation & a lack of personal creative integrity within the concert dance world. (It’s also been a growing issue in the bboy/bgirl battle scene for years, which speaks to the influence of capitalism, but that’s for another time). The claim that “Movement is for everyone” or “nothing is original”, while true, also erases the Black & Brown innovation that persisted despite being deprived of resources.

But remember not a game new under the sun/
Everything you did has already been done

- Lauryn Hill, Lost Ones

Lately I’ve been feeling that “everything’s been done before” is the All Lives Matter of dance. It’s not a false statement, but the intent is dismissive and relieves individual responsibility. In my experience, the statement is used with differing intent in Hip Hop vs concert dance. When Hip Hop heads say “nothing is original” it’s based in humility — that in the ultimate pursuit of creating or adapting never-seen-before moves, no one can claim true ownership over anything. The move you thought you made has already been done by a monk in China, or a comedian in the 20s. When I’ve heard it in concert dance environments, it’s to justify the extraction of a movement from it’s original context so it can be assimilated into vocabulary for class or for stage — because movement is seen as being up for grabs, it becomes something to absorb and utilize, for purely aesthetic reasons. I’ll say that movement is for everyone to LEARN, but the act of creating and sharing information takes on a greater responsibility.

To clarify where I stand, the answer isn’t ever to stop doing something, or to avoid it, because that’s dismissive in and of itself. No true Hip Hop pioneer & educator will ever outright discourage participation. The point is to keep learning, with humility. “Never a master, always a student” is a common saying. Taking & receiving credit isn’t necessarily bad, but to do it at the expense of those before you — to not cite your sources in order to reap all the gains is capitalistic in nature. In forms that have depended on the oral tradition, respecting your sources is baked in. Here’s a video of Born, a Korean bboy, shouting out James Brown and his drummer Clyde Stubblefield in broken english for an international & Korean audience. It’s not hard.

Hands Dances 2015, aka my spirit feels broken and I don’t know what to do

I’ve been thinking a lot about Hands Dances, which I made in 2015 and toured in New York in November 2016, during the days leading up to the election. It was inspired by quotes from Milton Glaser and George Saunders about how “real truth” isn’t just a singular idea, but lies within the tension between opposing values. I thought of how one idea could mean opposite things for opposite people, most exemplified by Star Wars Force Awakens; People who loved it did so for the exact same reason why people hated the shit out of it. This concept of different-experience-from-the-same-experience somehow encapsulated for me the cultural undercurrent of that time, most notably in how I observed people interpreting “Black Lives Matter” in 2014-2015. With video proof of the murders of Eric Garner and Walter Scott, how was it that people around me were calling BLM a terrorist organization, calling freeway protests a terrorist act?

It was so easy for me to attribute the formation of the American part of my identity to Hip Hop, yet I saw so much being sourced, stolen, & disregarded by contemporary dance. Hands Dances was inspired by my identifying as a Hip Hop artist, and the obligation I felt to situate my participation in relation to the Hip Hop community, history, and Black culture; Hands Dances was inspired by the visceral rage of protests and riots in the US that I wanted to see in Hong Kong & Taiwan — but wasn’t seeing — at the time. Hands Dances was inspired by the difficulty I felt to act, articulate, and be affecting. Hands Dances was a culmination of all these ideas, and I wanted to show people who were like me that grappling with these ideas was OK, was necessary, was required. More than anything, Hands Dances was created to act as a jumping off point for myself. To hold myself accountable for the change I wanted to see. A self-mobilization of sorts.

Did it work? I don’t know. Is Hands Dances good? There’s a lot I would revise if I did it again. Since then I’ve tried to “give” my physical presence to causes by attending protests. I tried to be involved in work with systemically disenfranchised populations and in the sharing of their stories. I tried to listen and learn and give hope where I could. Besides voting, all I feel like I do is try. I only try. I don’t make calls, I don’t sign online petitions, I occasionally donate but it feels disconnected, dissatisfying, and I guess, uninvolved to not really know how the $ will be impactful. It’s draining to engage and argue with resistant mentalities of opposing perspectives. I stopped posting & writing online because I wanted to clear the peripheral and extraneous talk and refocus on actions in real life, but felt like I could only do it in a way that “fit” my personality — in a way that was comfortable. And I guess this post is a roundabout way of me returning to confront my own complacency and comfort, and knowing that change begins with the individual, with discomfort, and that every increment forward in the process has value. Even in trying. Especially in trying. Am I continuing to try?

An aesthetic that pleases becomes the anesthetic that polices.

Live performance feels so useless in these days of not congregating, in these days of being bombarded with the knowledge of blatant, despicably evil acts. The evil is so concrete and definitive; how is it even possible to match that? I think of images I’ve seen from the Hong Kong protests: Common folk civilians & students lobbing bricks & molotov cocktails at authoritarian forces, health workers treating injured protestors, people storming government buildings but protecting historical artifacts, gluing bricks to the street so police vehicles can’t drive fast, volunteers cleaning the streets after a mass gathering, feeding the protestors & rioters, boycotting businesses. I’m imagining how to be a cog in the wheel of a revolution. I imagine the fear of being beaten, of being cornered, being arrested by a government that disregards human rights, and I admire these people so much, for believing in something so strongly that they will die (and perhaps worse, suffer before death) for it. 

My spirit feels broken and I don’t know what to do.
Trying.

♥ George Floyd
♥ Breonna Taylor
♥ Ahmaud Arbery
♥ Minneapolis
♥ Hong Kong

About Inertia

When habits and instincts become destructive, moving at all can feel like moving backwards. And when being in motion becomes a state of constant regression, being at rest can feel like incredible progress. About Inertia.