Breaking Borders in Neza York


It’s actually really hard for a young Mexican man to get a visa to visit the U.S. these days. Doesn’t matter if you have a job, or if your parents are decent people. More people who go to the immigration office here get told NO, instead of YES.

But if your 3-man b-boy crew wins the Neza City Breaker’s 25th Anniversary dance-off next weekend, you can get a spot competing in Las Vegas in July. Visa included.

Neza, a part of town that I mention a lot here, is home to B-Boy Manolo and his Neza City Breakers. For reasons that I’m still trying to figure out myself, breaking in Mexico is older than MCing, or rapping.

There’s about a 10 year gap in between the time Mexicans took to backspinning, versus the time they’ve spent making MC tapes and cds. Of course, if I’m wrong, I hope someone will shoot me an email. I’ve talked to a lot of people and signs seem to point to a later start for rhyming on the mic, here.

In interviews, B-Boy Manolo has said it was the exporting of Flashdance (1983) that brought breaking to Mexico City. A key scene featuring the late Frosty Freeze of the Rock Steady Crew, is largely credited with pushing the lifestyle outside of N.Y.

R.S.C‘s Servin Ervin is scheduled to be a judge at the Neza event, set for next Saturday and Sunday.

For a list of whose coming to the anniversary event, which will also feature graffiti workshops and plenty of rappers, check out the flyer after the jump.

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Rhythm-Less the Dancer: A E and R Part II

TWERK IT: This is a clip I shot of a dance contest Scratch Produxiones held at the 3er Salón Internacional del Tuning y Car Audio in July. Reminder to always dance like no one else is in the room.

As mentioned before, Mexico City is car culture. The Monterrey rap/reggaeton group 330 Studio presided over this contest, with two women chosen: one blonde, one brunnette. That’s rapero Delincuente officiating, the rule was no booty grabbing.

I want to dedicate this post to those two women who let themselves get grinded on.

For me, it was only slightly shocking to see the gang-grinding at the end of each session, and I realized this same thing must be happening at car shows in the U.S. It’s not just a machismo thing.
I think the prize was a towel, a t-shirt and a CD.