I can go on for hours about Tango. Seriously. I can talk about connection, music, lessons, experiences, analogies, memories, love.
Sometimes I wonder whether people who haven't been bitten by the bug, who have no interest in seeing, listening or participating in this madness, view me as being insane. I guess I don't mind? As long as they TRY it.
See this is what annoys me about people sometimes, when they whine and moan and groan about how life is so boring, but when asked to put in 1)Time and 2)Effort into trying something, they immediately freeze up and make up some crap excuse about being untalented, or being too short, or unfit. Or something. Anything. Anything but to try. TRY DAMNIT, MAYBE YOU'LL LIKE IT.
Ok lah, biased here, try Tango, Salsa/Swing/Ballroom, wtv. =P
But sometimes you fall in love, you fall in love with the music in a store and take 8 years to realize you can actually DANCE to this. You fall in love with the elegance, the intrigue of 'how the effing hell did she just do that? HOW?" Then you're engaged, mesmerized and determined to get to the bottom of it. What you don't realize at that time of course is that you've just tried to dive to the bottom of the ocean and made it your life's goal to. Egads.
"Music has never been a big part of my life-more or less just something in the background. But for some reason this strange hundred-year-old music reached up from the bottom of the world and took over my life, and I've been living with its cadences and its poetic lyrics ever since."
(http://tangoandchaos.org/chapt_2secrets/1secrets_title.htm)
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