POST: 'Syncing Ink' - a step-by-step guide on breaking free from your own Stop sign

What it's about.

In a semi-autobiographical play where rapping grants you mythological powers beyond your understanding, Gordon is the latest in a long line of Kings with the Power of The Rhyme. However, the power is trapped within Gordon, and his family line is at risk of losing the power of the Rap Gods if he cannot master the elements of the Rhyme and complete the Cypher. 

My experience.

You ready for a party?
— Syncing Ink's Usher

It's a few weeks out now, and I've had more than a moment to chill out with my experience at Syncing Ink. Usually, I'd save this conversation for background conversations with folks, personal opinion type conversations. But, yo, this is legit one of the best shows I've ever seen, in my honest opinion. So I'm back here, piecing together a new draft, after relevance, to hit you with why I love this show. 

Everything about the sheer frustration I'm currently going through I found perfectly ventilated through this show. The simplest way I can describe this show is: A Musical Where Rapping Offers Superpowers To Those Worthy Enough To Claim Them. Between the rapping, the freestyling, the improv, and just the story being told, everything about this play hooks me. But, more than anything, at the core, is that the show is really just about writer's block.

I am in the midst of assembling a thesis. I'm a Creative Writing major, because I hate myself with a fiery passion, and I have decided to piece together a novel. Literally an impossible task, but I am attempting it. I have had nothing but writer's block for months and months and months leading up to this, and at this point I'm turning in pages just because I have deadlines. But, I still feel it there. In the same way, Gordon, our lead character in this play, also suffers from writer's block. The Rhyme sits deep within his heart, and there are these rare moments when he is able to simply produce the work he needs to produce. Yet, whenever it matters most, the words vanish like the fucking Avatar. And every time Gordon rises up to spit a dope verse and stutters and flails around in a failure of syllables, I feel that shit on the deepest level. 

To me there was a catharsis there, just the greatest release of emotions, in getting to watch Gordon piece-by-piece shatter his writer's block. Each step in watching him master the elements and commune with the Spirits of Rap made me just want to take notes. It was like bearing witness to a step-by-step guide on breaking free from your own Stop sign. 

It's 2am. There's gunshots or fireworks outside my window. Part of the writing process is going back, drafting, redrafting. Sometimes it can be the only way to skirt around your writer's block to get something done. There's a far more uninteresting draft of this very article you will never see, for the better. Usually, when a draft falls flat here, you just gotta shrug and move on to the next show. 

But, Syncing Ink is a fascinating character study about just how freeing and mythological it can feel to find that creative voice inside, and every second of it made me want to crack open that block and let the creativity flow. And, I'm doing it, right now, cause I think Syncing Ink is worth the effort. So let me ask you a question:

You ready for a party?

Now, what you hear is not a test,/Iā€™m rapping to the beat

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