Tangodurians

Have you forgotten... ...the dusty floors of mason hall ...the Ochos in 721 Forest Kitchen ...the barefoot dances and drunken laughs in a basement ...the overwhelming sadness of missing someone ...the 80 year olds in NYC telling you stories ...tie a yellow ribbon ...pseudo mamaks with Malaysian tango girls ...Vitosh Milongas ...Phoenix Centre post Indian ...crabs and Salamanca ...Steve and Jose ...comments on one shoulder dresses ...Tango across the peony garden in the Arb ...frostbites at 3am Love and memories and heartbreak and tears. All wrapped up in one package called. Tango.

Yup this! http://gancho.info/why-we-sometimes-fly-and-sometimes-crawl/ Syncopation is AMAZEBALLS.

There's been a growing sense of discontentment that seems reinforced after 4 days of jostling around the dance floor, not getting too many dances and horrible floor craft. The more experienced people are often never seen anywhere near a large festival and I often think this is for very good reasons. If the intent is to dance then there's no where worse to do it than in a large festival because everyone will swarm to the dance floor, there's often bad gender imbalances and unfortunately the DI culture is quite strong here to the extent that it will suck if you go to a workshop where everyone has a partner already. Granted, there were sparkling moments, such as the devil may care dancing from Noelia y Carlitos, the personification of a hurricane from Sebastian y Maria Ines and the beautiful music from Solo Tango. These remind me again and again of the gems that exist in this dance and the reasons why I continue to want to perfect it. Why do you dance? I'm starting ...