Tonight. An avalanche of men.
A tanda with a solid dancer. A playful vals with the lilting ochos. A dramatic sweep and trampolining skirt ganchos. A heavy rhythmic Noelia wannabe impersonation for the Milonga.
An accented weight change that is not off-putting but very...interesting.
Music was divine. All the solid songs strung together. Safe. But a good kind. Weight on point. Mindset on point.
You see, Tango. It gives you these moments, these moments of pure fun, of showing off, of enjoying the music and really dancing to it while keeping an eye to what your partner is suggesting.
If you stick with Tango you unlock levels as you go. Friends. Lovers. Strangers that turn into the most intimate acquaintance for 12 minutes. Being able to give and receive joy, this is where the true essence is. Forget about hierarchy or rank. Forget about being hesitant or snobbish about dancing with that one who doesn't look that good. Focus on yourself in the dance, even the quietest talker has something to say, so pay attention, give that attention.
Teaching and transmitting. The best litmus test.
To create something with someone, mutually. To the most divine levels of music that strike a chord within your very soul.
To long. For ghosts of embraces past.
To believe. To improve.
This is why this dance is so enrapturing. Human emotion, boiled down to an embrace.
The turning point was observing SUCH a beautiful dancer on the floor in Istanbul. She danced on that stupid bumpy floor like it was the most solid wood on this earth. Rotation all the way around on the whole foot. Why turn in? Why indeed. She smiled, laughed, raised her eyebrows, moved her hips, swung her hair. She was so INVOLVED. Laura Boucaya, you really blew my mind.
This. I had found my friggin idol.
Another video. Maria Filali, That silence. That pause. That breathe. Another one I will search to learn for.
And Tomas and Jelena of course, for bringing it all home. This bunch over this year has marked something. A breakthrough of sorts for me.
Nothing but heart.
A tanda with a solid dancer. A playful vals with the lilting ochos. A dramatic sweep and trampolining skirt ganchos. A heavy rhythmic Noelia wannabe impersonation for the Milonga.
An accented weight change that is not off-putting but very...interesting.
Music was divine. All the solid songs strung together. Safe. But a good kind. Weight on point. Mindset on point.
You see, Tango. It gives you these moments, these moments of pure fun, of showing off, of enjoying the music and really dancing to it while keeping an eye to what your partner is suggesting.
If you stick with Tango you unlock levels as you go. Friends. Lovers. Strangers that turn into the most intimate acquaintance for 12 minutes. Being able to give and receive joy, this is where the true essence is. Forget about hierarchy or rank. Forget about being hesitant or snobbish about dancing with that one who doesn't look that good. Focus on yourself in the dance, even the quietest talker has something to say, so pay attention, give that attention.
Teaching and transmitting. The best litmus test.
To create something with someone, mutually. To the most divine levels of music that strike a chord within your very soul.
To long. For ghosts of embraces past.
To believe. To improve.
This is why this dance is so enrapturing. Human emotion, boiled down to an embrace.
The turning point was observing SUCH a beautiful dancer on the floor in Istanbul. She danced on that stupid bumpy floor like it was the most solid wood on this earth. Rotation all the way around on the whole foot. Why turn in? Why indeed. She smiled, laughed, raised her eyebrows, moved her hips, swung her hair. She was so INVOLVED. Laura Boucaya, you really blew my mind.
This. I had found my friggin idol.
Another video. Maria Filali, That silence. That pause. That breathe. Another one I will search to learn for.
And Tomas and Jelena of course, for bringing it all home. This bunch over this year has marked something. A breakthrough of sorts for me.
Nothing but heart.
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