This is from February... I have to say the guys are lookin' pretty good out in Tulsa. I'm proud. Everyone looking good, Sukie, those tops and isolations are sick!
Our objective on this last heavy day of shooting was Shoua’s narrative. Chris and I had our assertions coming into the interview, some ideas as to where he could be at mentally–his position as a B-Boy, an Uncle, a 1.5-generation Hmong-American, an individual. I had these notions that Shoua had been going through a kind of B-Boy withdrawal, placing him in some sort of B-Boy purgatory. Tulsa isn’t exactly a core space of Hip-Hop, and I didn’t know what the scene was like.
Shame on me for making some shortsighted assertions about this young man.
Not that Tulsa’s exploding—it’s still far removed from certain conditions that nurture Hip-Hop (i.e. access to safe spaces), but a way of life does exist. It’s been a matter of Shoua tapping into the resources and learning what he’s got to deal with. And when you don’t have resources, you up your drive, you up your motivation, passion. That’s what Chris, myself, and everyone around him has been privy too—and even if we can’t quite articulate what it is that keeps Shoua inspired, we can sure try to show everybody how’s he’s kept it together.
We interviewed Shoua at his current residence, the southern side of the Northern part of Tulsa, and through their experiences known to be the “ghetto” part of Tulsa. In the interview we learned that Shoua and his family were at considerable risk—bottom line, they were an open door away from getting shot… I’m not trying to romanticize his experience, but sh*t, I don’t know how I could survive that kind of stress.
But he does, they do.
The interview was successful; Shoua was able to get certain revelations, anecdotes—the stuff of quality documentary. Moments, thoughts, expression, and honesty on tape. The rest of the evening was spent in the company of his family, good eats, nourishing drink, and good spirits.
Saturday we were off to fish at the dam at Lake Keystone, I believe, near Sand Springs, about a half hour from Nou's place in North Tulsa. We spent somewhere from 3-4 hours out there fishing for sand bass. In the heat we all took off our shirts and I was subsequently sunburned pretty badly. But no need to pity me for this.
I distinctly remember feeling exhausted after a full Thursday shoot and the next day feeling like, "damn, I wish I was at home relaxing!" I was a little tired, a little homesick maybe? Either way, after a day out on the river, I was ready to have a great Sunday and head home, mission accomplished! And if you want to talk about mission accompished, well it doesn't get any better than this!
But the day would not be without our regular metaphor hunt. As we filmed during our day of fishing I asked about the hard work that goes into B-Boying, beyond the fun. As we got home and scalled, gutted, washed, and then cooked the fish I asked them about the preparation that goes into one day being able to enjoy the success in B-boying they seek. I think at times the questions themselves might have been odd, possibly a little bit of a stretch as I tried to elicit answers that would bring forth this attempted metaphor, but all I seemed to be left with was some really tasty fish!
After Thursday's session we've spent Friday at Soul Rival and Velocity crew member Ted Her aka B-Boy Flake's place in Tulsa. We had a great interview with the 18 year old B-Boy who has, like B-boys Sukie (Shoua) lived in California for a lot of his life before coming to Tulsa. For all of the interviews we've been conducting, I'm always reminded by the correspondence with our project adviser, Vivian, to not only get concrete stories but those ever elusive metaphors! Something in the surrounding area that could represent the struggles or ideas visually that we're trying to capture with the words in our interview. Friday as we arrived at Ted's I was treated to a COCK FIGHT with two of their neighbor's big Thai Chickens. Having never seen anything like it, I was immediately intrigued. Apparently he was just sparring/training the chickens, to be ready for their time to really battle. They tape up their dangerous sharp tallons, as their fights aren't about the blood, so much as they're valued more for their skill, stamina, and endurance, like a boxing Prizefighter! Following the interview, we touched on topics such as training and how he's really learned and developed as a B-Boy through battling. As the other guys showed up, we got some more in depth stories about their camaraderie, about life in Tulsa being Asian, and more about them as a B-Boy crew.
The first day of a big shoot is always a big one, and in anticipation of our shoot, there was nothing much we could do but wait. That's the thing with big shoots, even if you've traveled a long way or are staying for a nice period of time, there's still a lot of waiting around. Since Sukie doesn't get off work until 2:00 pm everyday, R.J. and I found ourselves killing time. In addition to enjoying the complementary breakfast (served daily 7-9 am) and gym access (across the street), we did other work (brought from home), blogged, read, and browsed the internet (via the hotel's free wireless).
Once we began the shoot, with Sukie/Shoua and his Soul Rivals crew, we found it was well worth the wait. We had a good time recording the cypher (for those that don't know, a cypher is a circle where you display your skills one after another, whether it's B-Boying or rapping or whatever) they had during practice. Well ya know, I had a good time watching and even jumped in a few times, and R.J. being the super camera stud he is endured that heat and humidity to record it all. In between cyphers we had an interview session with the guys, touching on topics ranging from what the Oklahoma and Midwest scene is like, how they all got in touch with each other, and stuff like that. Following the practicing, we went to grub at one of the few Asian places, a Hmong owned Vietnamese restaurant a few blocks away. Enough writing, here's the pictures:
And when we say Yeeow! Ayipioeeay! We're only sayin' You're doin' fine, Oklahoma! Oklahoma O.K -some Oklahoma song...
We just flew into Tulsa, Oklahoma, cameras blazin' from San Francisco, via 2.5 hour stopover in in Denver. Having flown in late, arriving at the airport, at around 7:15pm, after getting the rental car and checking into the hotel, we didn't end up eating until around 10pm, central time. We met up with Shoua, our main interview and reason for coming out here at Denny's and also met his friend Bobby, with whom we had some good conversation about living in Tulsa. Reflecting back as we rolled back to the hotel, we discussed the feel of one difference so far, between here and California so far. The feel of the subtle uneasy glares we got from some of the people we'd come across.