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Notes on first dances

Let me share some notes on last night's dancing, and three first times.

M. is a lovely Japanese lady and we share our thoughts on the performance and the music. We connected on the idea that a great dance needs to paint on the music's canvas. She spoke sweetly, simply and true. We danced later and we could both feel some apprehension: for a first timetogether it showed promise and we both wished to walk together again.

A. was a different format altogether and challenging me to feel the rotation in a different way. The connection was fleeting and kept me on my toes. There was energy and tension just the right amount but the embrace did't quite feel like a hug. Darn I felt so rusty especially as we danced over milongas tras milongas.

K. was maybe the surprise of the night. The connection was strong and the embrace natural and warm. I was really taken aback as it is so rare to find a common melody the first time you dance with somebody.

We shared some beautiful moments with C. last night. As always it felt so comfortable and fun, that is after we got used to her new tango shoes. Higher heels, change in balance and posture, it felt a little strange. We stuck to the tango nuevo room downstairs and found our rythm. We danced and discussed silently on the floor. I love to be surprised by a foot, the idea of swerving the other way, the maybe?

Until next time, un abrazo!

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Last summer evenings

In the heart of the City, London tangueros share a pleasant evening in a week of grey...

I was feeling exhausted before even getting there, the wind blowing me off my bike. I catch my breath catching up with Carole, walking around the tent of Spitalfields market where the action takes place. Concentric circles of passer's by, tangueros sentados, parejas bailandos, and in the middle bags and belongings.

We managed a few lovely dances. I feel so rusty and cumbersome. But then again I am way too perfectionist: I just wish my body could follow my thoughts. I am guessing quite a few tangueros feel that way too when they come back to the dance after a lapse of time without tango.

We glide through a couple of slower tangos: when the connection is strong, the body is forgotten. My favourite moment of the evening is a few suggestions she makes when I trap myself within the swirling couples around us and loose the plot. It is so delightful to be asked silently about a surprising option that was not even close to your thought stream. Dance is dialog. What do you think?

Apologies for the quality of the photos but I hope they managed to inspire ever so slightly...

If you want to know more or join in, check out: http://www.new.facebook.com/event.php?eid=24586388890. There is such a lovely vibe about the whole thing, full credit to Hannes, Mark, Hiba, Rene, Alan & Laura. Merci!



       

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