All the King's horses
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ventaOn Friday, I said I was off to compete in the national (nay, international) rapper-dancing competition. And that we were just going along for the fun of it, having not practised particularly intensively, and that we'd just sit back and enjoy the weekend.
Well, as it happened, we did enjoy it. Mostly. I didn't enjoy Friday night at all, as I got unexpectedly car-sick on the way up and tottered round Derby sipping mineral water and wishing I could just be in bed. But the weekend was very well organised by the Monkeys and everyone else enjoyed all of it.
On Saturday morning I didn't feel hugely better, and I'm going to blame vague ill-health for a selection of peculiar mistakes I made throughout the day. Sneaking in a quick practice before everything kicked off, it was noted that I'd lost the ability to grab hold of the correct swords when the lock comes down. The "lock" is a star-shape made of the five swords and held up to general acclamation. Grabbing your own sword-handles afterwards is pretty important - if you don't, then you end up clutching someone else's hand while a spare sword goes flapping free. This is Very Bad - and getting it right is one of the most basic and fundamental things. I've been doing it weekly, without thinking, for more than a decade, but on Saturday morning I got it wrong three times running. To add to the worry, during this practice dancer #3 accidentally punched #4 in the face, splitting her lip.
We shuffled concernedly to our "warm-up" pub (the first dance is never judged), and managed a dance which was largely error-free... so long as you don't consider me smacking #3 with a sword and splitting her forehead open an error :(
In the first competition pub ("The Flowerpot", nowhere near as cutesy as its name suggests) I felt it must be my turn for a blood injury, but mercifully we'd apparently got all our damage out of the way early. We danced for two stoney-faced judges, bought lovely slabs of huntsman's pie from behind the bar and got on with it. Like last year, the simple tour route was made unfeasibly complicated by terminology (we were tour 5, cycle 1, proceeding anti-clockwise) but fortunately a nice lady called Sophie herded us all along from one place to the next. Baaa! We liked Sophie.
Four more competition dances (and awful lot of hanging about) later, we were in the Guildhall thinking that actually, we could probably relax now. I'd made at least two more howling errors (one of which I corrected silently, and indeed the rest of the team wouldn't have noticed except I apparently turned vaguely grey with terror). The evening rapper extravaganza was still to come, but actually we were the first team on - so we danced, got it over with, and hit the gin.
Well, I didn't hit the gin as I was still feeling quite fragile. Instead I snuck away from the wall-to-wall rapperama and met![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
marjory and dr_mitch for a pint. Owing to issues of timing and proximity, we ended up in a pub with a poor selection of beer, and I'd ordered a pint of Grolsch before I remembered that I wasn't supposed to be drinking because I was still Feeling Awful. Having spent a thoroughly enjoyable 45 minutes or so chatting to them and drinking my pint, I promptly felt absolutely fine, suggesting that all that was wrong with me was that I was a few drinks behind.
Meanwhile, back in Derby's Guild Hall, the dancing had stopped and the little hall was crammed with people waiting for the results. The individual awards were given out (best musician, best character (which always affronts me because I always disagree violently with the voting), best song). Then we were on to the Open (which is the lower of the two classes). Third, Rapper Rascals from York; rounds of applause, the Rascals can be heard whooping. Second, Mabel Gubbins; rounds of applause, absolutely no sound from Mabels (that's us) who are all sitting stunned and saying thing like "what?" and "are you sure?". When asked later, I had no idea who had actually won the Open because I was still too busy exuding bafflement.
Having got over the initial "eh??" I think I have an answer. One of the main things a rapper team is judged on is the excitement and buzz a dance generates. A thing we've noted in other years is that it can happen that you go into a competition pub, find it empty, and have a terrible time generating any kind of buzz whatsoever. If the team you're touring with is uninterested (or leaves after their dance), it's even worse. For the whole competition tour, we were paired with the Newcastle Kingsmen: bad boys extraordinaire of the rapper world, and eventual winners of the Premier class. In each pub they and their entourage politely watched us dance, clapped and cheered in all the right places and generally acted like a large and enthusiastic audience, complimenting us each time we came off. We, in turn, danced better because we had an audience - it's hard to really pull out a shining performance when you're dancing to two judges and a bloke at the bar with his nose in the racing news. I seriously think that this is what got us up into the rankings this year; cheers, Kingsmen.
Well, as it happened, we did enjoy it. Mostly. I didn't enjoy Friday night at all, as I got unexpectedly car-sick on the way up and tottered round Derby sipping mineral water and wishing I could just be in bed. But the weekend was very well organised by the Monkeys and everyone else enjoyed all of it.
On Saturday morning I didn't feel hugely better, and I'm going to blame vague ill-health for a selection of peculiar mistakes I made throughout the day. Sneaking in a quick practice before everything kicked off, it was noted that I'd lost the ability to grab hold of the correct swords when the lock comes down. The "lock" is a star-shape made of the five swords and held up to general acclamation. Grabbing your own sword-handles afterwards is pretty important - if you don't, then you end up clutching someone else's hand while a spare sword goes flapping free. This is Very Bad - and getting it right is one of the most basic and fundamental things. I've been doing it weekly, without thinking, for more than a decade, but on Saturday morning I got it wrong three times running. To add to the worry, during this practice dancer #3 accidentally punched #4 in the face, splitting her lip.
We shuffled concernedly to our "warm-up" pub (the first dance is never judged), and managed a dance which was largely error-free... so long as you don't consider me smacking #3 with a sword and splitting her forehead open an error :(
In the first competition pub ("The Flowerpot", nowhere near as cutesy as its name suggests) I felt it must be my turn for a blood injury, but mercifully we'd apparently got all our damage out of the way early. We danced for two stoney-faced judges, bought lovely slabs of huntsman's pie from behind the bar and got on with it. Like last year, the simple tour route was made unfeasibly complicated by terminology (we were tour 5, cycle 1, proceeding anti-clockwise) but fortunately a nice lady called Sophie herded us all along from one place to the next. Baaa! We liked Sophie.
Four more competition dances (and awful lot of hanging about) later, we were in the Guildhall thinking that actually, we could probably relax now. I'd made at least two more howling errors (one of which I corrected silently, and indeed the rest of the team wouldn't have noticed except I apparently turned vaguely grey with terror). The evening rapper extravaganza was still to come, but actually we were the first team on - so we danced, got it over with, and hit the gin.
Well, I didn't hit the gin as I was still feeling quite fragile. Instead I snuck away from the wall-to-wall rapperama and met
marjory and dr_mitch for a pint. Owing to issues of timing and proximity, we ended up in a pub with a poor selection of beer, and I'd ordered a pint of Grolsch before I remembered that I wasn't supposed to be drinking because I was still Feeling Awful. Having spent a thoroughly enjoyable 45 minutes or so chatting to them and drinking my pint, I promptly felt absolutely fine, suggesting that all that was wrong with me was that I was a few drinks behind.Meanwhile, back in Derby's Guild Hall, the dancing had stopped and the little hall was crammed with people waiting for the results. The individual awards were given out (best musician, best character (which always affronts me because I always disagree violently with the voting), best song). Then we were on to the Open (which is the lower of the two classes). Third, Rapper Rascals from York; rounds of applause, the Rascals can be heard whooping. Second, Mabel Gubbins; rounds of applause, absolutely no sound from Mabels (that's us) who are all sitting stunned and saying thing like "what?" and "are you sure?". When asked later, I had no idea who had actually won the Open because I was still too busy exuding bafflement.
Having got over the initial "eh??" I think I have an answer. One of the main things a rapper team is judged on is the excitement and buzz a dance generates. A thing we've noted in other years is that it can happen that you go into a competition pub, find it empty, and have a terrible time generating any kind of buzz whatsoever. If the team you're touring with is uninterested (or leaves after their dance), it's even worse. For the whole competition tour, we were paired with the Newcastle Kingsmen: bad boys extraordinaire of the rapper world, and eventual winners of the Premier class. In each pub they and their entourage politely watched us dance, clapped and cheered in all the right places and generally acted like a large and enthusiastic audience, complimenting us each time we came off. We, in turn, danced better because we had an audience - it's hard to really pull out a shining performance when you're dancing to two judges and a bloke at the bar with his nose in the racing news. I seriously think that this is what got us up into the rankings this year; cheers, Kingsmen.
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Date: 2010-04-12 10:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-12 10:14 am (UTC)If you want to impress people with your sword terminology - "lock" (or "swordlock") works for any pattern or any number of swords which has sufficient structural integrity to be held up. The five-sword rapper lock is also known as a "star" (self-explanatory) or a "nut" (I have no idea).
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Date: 2010-04-13 09:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-12 10:18 am (UTC)I know I've asked before, but would you mind posting details of where you are Rapper dancing in future? It would be lovely to see this, fantastic as the write ups after the fact always are.
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Date: 2010-04-12 10:27 am (UTC)The reason you haven't seen many such posts of late is that we haven't done much dancing of late - and very little locally. I didn't think people were all that likely to want to chase up to Derby, hence not bothering to mention it til Friday :)
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Date: 2010-04-12 10:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-12 10:38 am (UTC)Next year the ultra-glamorous rapper competition will be in Oxford, as we're organising it, so I shall be trumpeting about it copiously. The date is still sadly unconfirmed as we can't settle on a date definitely until the Six Nations fixtures are announced (some of the pubs we want to use are big rubgy-watching zones), but it'll be Marchish.
Although, actually, I need to update my mental model of where you live and thus what counts as 'local' :)
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Date: 2010-04-12 10:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-12 10:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-12 06:42 pm (UTC)As for pubs, well there is a good selection near to the YHA (which is also walking range from the station), and the ones I'd think about are the The Cambridge Blue, Devonshire Arms and The Maypole which is a little further afield.
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Date: 2010-04-12 10:48 am (UTC)I shall try to make it along to that, providing it doesn't clash with other things.
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Date: 2010-04-12 10:51 am (UTC)On account of the new thinking that bigger audiences => better dances I shall be pimping the competition relentlessly as soon as I know the date is secure :)
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Date: 2010-04-12 11:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-12 11:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-12 10:24 am (UTC)I apologise for the Grolsch. The pub had crappy drinks but it did have a plastic hedge, a stage with an organ on it (pancreas), hundreds of fake palm trees and was well in earshot of the Bangkok Lady Boys. Derby is funky, I tell'ee!
Congrats on placing and I hope you got your dinner!
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Date: 2010-04-12 10:29 am (UTC)Anyway, I wasn't unwell by then, apparently. So it was either the Grolsh or your therapeutic company!
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Date: 2010-04-12 11:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-12 06:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-12 07:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-13 09:12 am (UTC)Congrat.s
Date: 2010-04-13 11:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-13 10:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-14 08:28 am (UTC)Would comparing the scansion of the calling-on tune to that of How Much Is That Doggie in the Window? get me whacked with five swords?
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Date: 2010-04-14 09:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-14 08:54 pm (UTC)