A couple of weeks…okay, months, ago (I was slack), I was moseying around Rundle Mall in Adelaide on my last Friday night in Adelaide. Which turned out to not quite be my last Friday night there, actually, but oh well.
Anyway under the Gawler Place canopy there were a couple of dweeby white hiphop wannabe guys huddled around a boombox blasting out old school hip hop music, bopping their heads, working up the courage to do some break dancing I suppose. I did see one of them do some half-assed moves but then he quickly stopped and they went back to head-bopping. I did hang around for a bit to see if they would do any more but it was obviously taking them too long to work up the guts to do anything. I came back about half an hour later and happily they were finally doing quite a bit of dancing and surrounded by a crows, to boot!
There was now a group of Africans and Asians too. The Asians were mostly Koreans I think and some Vietnamese. Must have been overseas students; and the Africans were probably part of the large intake of Somalian refugees Adelaide received recently. Something like that. Well all probably recent Australian residents at any rate.
And a member of each group would take it in turns to have a brief stint in the centre of the circle. It was sort of challenge-y, but like a muuuuuuuch lamer version of Run DMC v Jason Nevins’ “It’s like that” (Aaahhh…old skool hiphop. Sure does bring back memories.) At one point one of the African boys knocked the beanie off of a whiteboy and I got excited because I thought there would be something exciting to see at last, but then everyone got disgustingly placatory.
Oh well, the dancing wasn’t great but watching the crowd/group dynamic was interesting. And even though the groups didn’t have a shared language, they managed to communicate alright through body language. The common language dawg, o’ hiphop brutha! Yo!
Yeah.
(>_>)
(<_<)
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