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then we went to the place and it wasn't
even an amphitheater or something
worthy of Vedder's presence, but it was
like an old factory building. There were
all these dudes with spraypaint doing
pictures on the walls, so I stuck my head
out the window, threw up the horns, and
I was like, "Rock 'n' roll!!! Whoo-hoo!!"
And they just stared at me like I was
crazy. Whatever.
So we parked in the lot and there were
not even enough cars. I asked Wayne,
"Dude, are you sure this is the right
place?" "Yeah, dude, this is where my lit-
tle brother said it was gonna-be, trust
me." I didn't trust him though, seriously,
'cause these guys didn't look like the
usual Pearl Jam crowd, maybe a
Snooped Dogg or Iced-Tea crowd, but
not the Jam. I asked this kid, "Dude, is
this where the Jam's gonna be?" He was
all, "Yeah, bro, but you're early, we're just
piecing up the walls right now; the B-boy
and MC and DJ battles aren't until
tomorrow." I didn't know what the hell he
was talking about, but if that was where
the Jam was gonna be tomorrow, then
that's where I was gonna be. Me and
eighties are over, why don't you
move back to Break Street or
something." I thought it was
pretty cool though. Then they
started rapping. It was like rap
boxing. There must have been
like a hundred rappers. Each
dude would get like a minute to
rap about the other guy, then the
judges would decide who won. It
came down to the last two guys
like five hours later. It was this
white kid from Minnesota
named Eyedea (I didn't even
know they rapped in Minnesota)
and this black dude named
Peace. I figured the black dude
was gonna win 'cause everyone
was talking about how he was
from this rap group called
Freestyle Fellowship, and he was
from LA, which I think is where
rapping started. But the white
kid won; he was good. They
were just saying whatever came
to their heads, and the black
dude just couldn't come back
well enough in the last round.
"THESE GUYS DIDN'T LOOK LIKE
THE USUAL PEARL JAM CROWD
Wayne went back to Arby's to get some
dinner and I told the chick, "I told you, it's
tomorrow at that factory place." I thought
she was totally playing hard to get, trying
to throw me off-track like, "No, you idiot,
that's the Scribble Jam." I was like, "Yeah
right." I mean, the dude said the Jam was
gonna be there tomorrow.
So me and Wayne went and camped
out in the rest stop outside of town and
jammed out on my mom's station
wagon's tape deck all night. The next day
we went back to the factory and there
was a note that said the event was moved
to Cincinnati. We were so bummed. But
it was only like an hour and a half away.
We finally found the place after getting
lost for like four hours. It was in a club in
a mall; kinda weird, but I thought it would
be cool to be able to get up close to
Vedder. I don't know why I trusted
Wayne though, 'cause I knew something
was wrong. I guess I just wanted it so bad
I forced myself to believe.
After we got inside I knew it was the
wrong place. There were all these peo-
ple walking around who looked straight
out of one of those rap videos, you
know, the ones with the chicks. And
there were dudes breakdancing. Wayne
was cracking himself up like, "Dude, the
They also had a record-playing
competition, but the guys didn't
just play the records, they would
pull 'em back and forth and make
all kinds of crazy sounds come
out of them. This Latino dude
Precyse won. I thought a lot of
them were good, except nobody
had any good records. I told one
guy that he should trade his record
player in for a tape deck 'cause
Pearl Jam doesn't even come out
on records. We didn't stay until the
end 'cause Wayne was like so over
it and kept bitching. Then I
remembered I still had mom's car
and she has her weekly go fish
card game in Indiana, so we drove
back that night. I was really
bummed out that we didn't get to
see Eddie Vedder, but I think it
was still fun, you know. Plus, me
and Wayne really bonded on the
drive back talking about all the
weirdos we saw. I think the week-
end really opened up something
in me, like an after-school special,
because sometimes, don't tell Wayne, but
sometimes I'll request Master P or some-
thing on the Box and reminisce about the
Scribble Jam. -Rockin' Rick
22ND ANNUAL
ROCK STEADY REUNION
On July 23, 24, and 25 the Rock Steady Crew hosted
their annual reunion in New York City. The three-day
event included a B-boying contest, a free concert starring
your favorite underground groups on the Pier in
Manhattan, and a pay concert starring your favorite
overground artists.
KEM
B-BOY LURKAGE.
BLACKBOOK SESSIONS
IN EFFECT.
BOBBY PULEO WAS
IN THE HOUSE.
THE BEATNUTS
ROCKED THE SPOT.
ESTREET
OIRA IN ACHO
110 THRASHER