An odd, blocky style, I guess I had a concept somewhere in my young mind. I was doing it all over town for a coupla years. Ran into the cops once or twice. Then ran out of ideas. I tagged the Berlin wall but I didn't take any photos. Just wanted to be able to say I tagged the Berlin wall.
Now I'm old and hobbled. Can't climb walls anymore or run from cops, teetering on a cane to get around. Actually, I slipped on a patch of ice. Sprained the hell out of my ankle. I went down hard. Leg was twisted up so bad i thought it broke. But I remembered a thing or two from my otherwise miserable Boy Scouting days. I know how to distinguish sprain from fracture - check tenderness and movement. Basically, if it hurts to the touch and you can't move it, it's probably broken. If a sharp bone is sticking out through skin, dripping flesh, blood, and marrow all over the sidewalk and you pass out from shock then it's likely broken. I didn't have any of that but it felt pretty awful. Kept it wrapped and iced for days. Stayed off of it best I could. Felt plenty sorry for myself. Now it's much better and I'm finally off the cane but I wear a brace to keep it supported.
Despite my wretched condition, I still had to build the Graffiti Bed for Full Circle's show, INNAVIEWS, at Dance Theater Workshop. This isn't the Graffiti Bed. This is the Brooklyn Bridge.
Roc is the better half of a dynamic duo with her hubby, Kwik . You gotta love Rocafella and Kwistep. They're seriously beautiful people. I'm humbled by their knowledge, commitment, and sincerity. The soul of HipHop lives in them. Roc says break dancing is sacred to her. It's clear when you watch her move that she's taking it some place else. She's really something to see. A major turbo girl. Compact and powerful.
As for Kwik; he is the Whirling Dervish Inverted. Spinning on his head, he seems to defy certain physical laws. He spins and spins faster. Then he keeps spinning. He somehow utilizes gravity as propellant and accelerator, like a ship around the moon, achieving what looks like perpetual motion. The speed optically distorts and stretches him. He could be hot taffy or a secret weapon. Either way, he becomes more motor and gears than human. Marinetti, the first Futurist, sitting in Italy in 1908, described the dance of the future as something derived from the "Negro" that will mirror the machine. With Pop Locking and Break Dancing, it's clear the future is here.
The bed was a real collaborative thing. Mario Lobo, a member of the Full Circle crew, did this design in photoshop. It was my job to convert it to 3-dimensional form - to build it. I like being the builder guy, cutting things up and whacking them back together again. The hardware store is my toy store and candy shop. My hardware vocabulary is improving. Less thingy this and thingy that. More carraige bolt, flange, grommet, and casters.
Starting with the bed frame, I used the circular saw to cut all the 2x4s to size. I did a quick sketch but the plan was solid in my brain. Had to design it lightweight and portable, easily assembled and disassembled.
Constructed the sides first, adding docks for the crossbeams. Had to use this old drill cuz I left my newer one in Alabama. Damn thing doesn't have reverse but its very powerful.
Attached crossbeams, setting them in the docks. They fit snuggly and they're removable. The 2x4s will hold a lot of weight in this sideways position.
Printed out drawing of the headboard and added grid with pencil and ruler although I could have put a grid on it in Photoshop. I wasn't thinking about newfangled technology at the moment. Anyway, the scale will be 1 1/4" to 1 foot.
Drew grid on 4'x8'x1/2' plywood sheets. Two will be required to fit this design. The grid helps you reproduce a more accurate image. I usually use an image projector but I left that in Alabama too. Gosh. I can't wait to get back to all my tools and equipment in Alabama.
Then you take a jigsaw and go to town on the large drawing, cutting out all details until the design is liberated from the square. Took a long time to do all that cutting and it's loud.
I set up the first piece to see how it'll fare with the bed. Looks okay. Kept cutting through the day - headboard, footboard, and bedposts.
Neither I nor Mario have spray painting skills anymore. Mine were never that good to begin with. Some kid with a funky hiphop nickname was set to do the painting. He kept bugging out and not showing up. Then, with only a day to go, he decided that he wasn't gonna do it at all. Angry as Kwikstep was, he kept his cool and called the HipHop Hotline, working his network until, within a few hours, he managed to corral this Russian kid, Ivan. Kwikstep didn't know Ivan but a friend of a friend of a friend did. Ivan was literally on the subway heading home to Jersey City when he got the call. Ivan didn't have his special spray paints or anything with him but he came right over. The hardware store didn't carry good spray paint either so I kinda freaked out.
Ivan said,"No Problem". He could use my acrylic paints to create a spray paint effect. He did a great job and I learned how to do Faux Spray Painting!
We transported the bed parts to the theater in Manhattan and had the crew assemble it.
Kwik pitched in on the drill he was so excited to see it come together.
He tried a few moves to test it's durability.
They rehearsed on it (without the mattress and blankets).
I saw the show last night and it was phenomenal. They're pushing themselves in new directions, using language and autobiography, adding a highly personal quality to this iconic dance form. They'd be on the board of the HipHop Preservation Committee if there ever was one. Mainstream HipHop today is so loathsome and ugly. What Full Circle is doing is just a whole other thing. Old Skool? New Skool? I don't know. Grad Skool?
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After setting up the bed and checking out the rehearsal, I headed over to Abistro in Brooklyn to have dinner with Queen Esther and her "Friend" whom I've never met.
He is a large Scottish-looking fellow. He apparently proposed to her the next day. Queeny is over the moon. They will have a big wedding down south and big alien-like Celto-Yorubic offspring.
Chef Abdul is a genious. His food is a celebration of life itself. He married my high school buddy, Cassandra. Their daughter, Sonia, is in second grade and already 6'1", a big healthy beautiful girl. I love them all to death but Cassandra and I sometimes get on each other's nerves.
