I believe in urban Chicago Footwork Footwork. Footwork is the staple of teenage Chicago Culture. It is both a past-time and a movement. When I’m happy I want to footwork. And when I’m feeling sad I want to footwork even more. I believe in footwork and its early 90’s derivement. From the early drops, ghosts, and gang-bangs, to the new and improved basics, and big man moves. Footwork is a movement and no home is a real home without a teenage footwork-fanatic teenager.
I believe in the original footwork cliques and groups who steadily practiced made up moves and routines to start the movement and keep it alive. One who footworks must be well aware, of his history and of his art, be conscious of his opponent and bask in the sanctity of the circle. The exact physics of the drop and suaveness of slow-mo’s and break downs. A footworker must be a person who is on top of his game and be willing to put it all on the line for a battle to prove he’s still the best.
I believe that footwork ignites a party not a party igniting footwork. Some feuds were taken care of in the circle with feet and movement and not in the Chicago alleys with knives and violence. There were basement parties, living room juke parties and warzone battles long before any organized “juke fests”.
I believe that a good battle needs a good train the way a hockey game needs a fight or two. Footwork has but only one rule: Do whatever you want just make sure it’s hot. Have your side-man, tag team and clique ready because your front man knows what he’s doing. I believe that footwork has no certain look. Its not too flashy but not terrible looking either. I believe that footwork is a future and a movement and I can never get enough.
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