Taiji Legacy 2007
We left Jackson for the tournament on Thursday evening around 6pm. There were four of us, Billy, Katie, Jason, and myself. We tried pretty hard to get other students from our school to go, but everybody else who was interested couldn’t make the time or didn’t have the money. Any more people and we would’ve needed to take another car, maybe gotten another hotel room.
We stopped in Monroe for dinner, took a wrong exit and ended up wasting about an hour trying to find a decent place to eat. Once we got back on the road we made good time and pulled into the parking lot of our hotel in Plano at 1:30am, just about the time I’d expected.
Last time I went to Taiji Legacy, the hotel for the tournament was a La Quinta surrounded by a light industry wasteland. There was a Steak and Ale and a Bennigan’s just one street over, within walking distance, but nothing else around except office parks, mini-storage, factories, concrete and asphalt. Not even a convenience store. I hoped that the Holiday Inn we were given for this year’s tournament would have a few more amenities nearby, but it turned out to be right next door to the La Quinta. And Bennigan’s. Nothing was open after midnight anyway.
We checked in to the hotel, passed out, and rose early on Friday. Billy and Katie both had a 13-position Wu Hao Taiji seminar scheduled to start at 10am and we all had to register beforehand, so there was no time to waste. The hotel breakfast spread wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t fantastic, either. The cinnamon rolls were good, but I missed the waffle bar over at the La Quinta. I figured it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to sneak over for waffles and settled for cereal and a warm Cinnabon.
It was still early, so there wasn’t much of a crowd yet, probably only forty people milling around in the hotel lobby eating breakfast, watching CNN on the big television, and lining up to register. I think all of us bought at least one Taiji Legacy 2007 t-shirt while we waited, and Jason and I made friends with some taiji guys from Oklahoma City who were behind us in line.
Billy and Katie disappeared into the big hotel ballroom for their seminar, leaving Jason and me to find some way to entertain ourselves. We went for a walk to try to find some redeeming feature nearby, but the neighborhood proved to be even more dismal and sparse by the light of day and the Texas heat made it almost unbearable. We ended up back in the hotel room practicing a Lung Shou Pai two-man set that we started refining back before I had problems with my knee.
Around 11:30, Billy came back from his seminar and showed us the Wu Hao 13 he’d learned. I took the same seminar in 2004, so I was able to follow along a little, and then Jason and I gave him a refresher on the two-man set while we waited for Katie. She has more experience with taiji than the rest of us do, so she’d elected to stay for the next Wu Hao seminar as well, the 24-move.
By this time we were all getting hungry, so we left the room to head back downstairs and meet Katie when she finished up her seminar to grab some lunch. We ran into the guys from Oklahoma and some friends they’d made, a guy from Baltimore (if I remember correctly) who studies taiji at a Shaolin-do school and a couple of ladies from Florida who study Choy Lay Fut and Liu He Ba Fa, so a whole big group of us walked over to Bennigan’s.
After lunch, Billy was signed up for a seminar to learn a simplified version of Tong Bei Quan, a Shaolin form. Jason and I were pretty tired of just standing around while everybody else got to learn new stuff, so we decided to throw in with Billy and take a class from a Shaolin monk. How often do you get to do that? It meant we needed to buy an extra seminar ticket to still make all the classes we’d planned, but we figured it was worth it and we turned out to be right.
The seminar was taught by Shi Yan Feng, who was scheduled to teach a Damo Straight Sword class in 2004 but had to cancel at the last minute. I’m glad I took the opportunity to work with him this time. I got to take a Shaolin class from another monk, Shi Xing Wei, while Deirdra and I were in Las Vegas for the wedding, so I had an idea of what to expect, but I didn’t know anything about the actual form we’d be learning. He started by teaching us the applications for several of the individual sections and had us partner up to practice them, then quickly moved on to teach us the form itself.
It was probably only twenty five moves or so, depending on how you count it, but the basic foundations are slightly different from Lung Shou Pai so there was a great many little corrections that I had to make on nearly every move. It was a hard workout, drilling over and over just to burn in the gross movements in only ninety minutes. By the end of it, I was drenched in sweat, but I felt pleased because Yan Feng and his students who helped teach us praised my technique and the speed at which I learned several times.
After Tong Bei Quan, Billy stayed for Shi Yan Feng’s next seminar on Shaolin Eagle Form while Jason and I met up with Katie. She’d decided to take a class on Taiji Sticky Hands and we went outside to show each other the stuff we’d learned. After half an hour in the heat, we had to seek refuge inside again. By now the atmosphere in the seminar room was pretty relaxed and there were plenty of spectators, so we found some seats to watch the end of the class on Eagle.
Next for me was a seminar with Gene Ching of Kungfu Magazine that focused on writing about martial arts and writing as compared to martial arts. I have a ton of notes from this seminar that I still haven’t gone back and reviewed, but it was fascinating and thought-provoking.
Right after that I had two back-to-back seminars with John Wang on Shuai Chiao. The first covered entry, the methods used to close the distance with an opponent in order to grapple and control him. We covered six different entries based on how you want to engage. The second seminar covered a principle called Butterfly Hands, a set of techniques used to counter an opponent’s attacks and tie up his arms so you can throw him. It was all really fantastic stuff, and my only regret is that we didn’t get any of it on video. Billy’s been emailing with Mr. Wang, though, and he may have a line on a DVD.
Four seminars in one day was exhausting, so we headed back to the room. After a quick shower, I realized I was starving. It was nearly eleven and I hadn’t eaten since lunch . On top of that, we’d done hours of heavy exercise. I convinced Billy and Jason to ride with me to get some food and we drove around until we found a McDonalds, about the only thing open. Rather than eating there, we grabbed our food to go and took it back to eat in the hotel lobby. The only other people still moving was a group of about fifteen Chinese guys ranging from middle-aged to frickin-ancient. They were laughing and talking and showed no signs that they were planning on going to bed anytime soon, though I’m fairly certain that most of them were scheduled to appear in the Masters Demo the following morning. I’m sure the bourbon and scotch they were drinking out of hotel paper cups probably helped them sleep, though. We would’ve tried to eavesdrop, but none of us speak Chinese anyway so it wouldn’t have done us much good.
Finally we went back upstairs to crash. The first day was great, but we still had another day and a half of competitions and seminars ahead of us.