friend writes, "oh man you missed a great milonga."
i reply, "i am sure it was. :-)"
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there will always be another.
maybe this is why i/we/they/people keep going back. if it was amazing, i/we/they/people want to replicate the experience. if it sucked, i/we/they/people want to correct the injustice of having to endure the crapilonga.
maybe there is a magic number, the MILONGA RATIO. maybe people leave when they can no longer satisfy the magical ratio.
without words
i have been wondering why i enjoy dancing with her so much. of course the embrace is fantastic. but something else is going on. and this "wondering" pisses me off, because, well, i can't think and walk at the same time.
anyway, i get it now. however i interpret the music: she accepts; tells me that she accepts; ADDs her layer; "tells me" that this is what she hears in the music; i get all giddy; i experiment with other interpretations; she says, "bring it on." a conversation that happens in the space and time of one beat... for every note in the song... and the set.
yeah it's awesome.
anyway, i get it now. however i interpret the music: she accepts; tells me that she accepts; ADDs her layer; "tells me" that this is what she hears in the music; i get all giddy; i experiment with other interpretations; she says, "bring it on." a conversation that happens in the space and time of one beat... for every note in the song... and the set.
yeah it's awesome.
roles
dear diary,
getting to know more about the people, i find that they are accomplished in so many ways other than the tango. people who have spent decades becoming experts in their fields. and then, they discover this unforgiving art, a pursuit that demands everything from them. and then, once in a while, it rewards them with a peek of delicious, spiritual, and sensuous moments that they beforehand rarely, if ever, experienced.
some leave, not wanting to suffer from the apprenticeship, again.
some stay, but question daily, their sanity. for why would they want to subject themselves the humiliation of the rejections, of seeing others preferred over them, of waiting to be invited...
heaven, or hell?
to stay, or to walk away?
getting to know more about the people, i find that they are accomplished in so many ways other than the tango. people who have spent decades becoming experts in their fields. and then, they discover this unforgiving art, a pursuit that demands everything from them. and then, once in a while, it rewards them with a peek of delicious, spiritual, and sensuous moments that they beforehand rarely, if ever, experienced.
some leave, not wanting to suffer from the apprenticeship, again.
some stay, but question daily, their sanity. for why would they want to subject themselves the humiliation of the rejections, of seeing others preferred over them, of waiting to be invited...
heaven, or hell?
to stay, or to walk away?
giddy anticipation
dear diary,
dancing to fresedo at the practica with a favorite leader, i become aware that we are listening and interpreting IN THE SAME WAY. i know, at the same time that he does, what he wants. i am smiling. then, a passage builds to what i believe must be an inevitable boleo. i wait with giddy anticipation, "will he won't he will he won't he..." and then, a subtle change of momentum, he leads a gentle boleo...
every step occupies my entirety. in my best moment, i don't remember the past, nor do i know the future. i love dancing with him because i know him, because he knows me, because we know the music, and because i know he can (and he does) surprise me, any time, any step.
delicious!
dancing to fresedo at the practica with a favorite leader, i become aware that we are listening and interpreting IN THE SAME WAY. i know, at the same time that he does, what he wants. i am smiling. then, a passage builds to what i believe must be an inevitable boleo. i wait with giddy anticipation, "will he won't he will he won't he..." and then, a subtle change of momentum, he leads a gentle boleo...
every step occupies my entirety. in my best moment, i don't remember the past, nor do i know the future. i love dancing with him because i know him, because he knows me, because we know the music, and because i know he can (and he does) surprise me, any time, any step.
delicious!
practica
at the practica...
me: "was that too early or too late?"
tanguera: "well, the timing would be different for everyone. i think it was too early."
me: "ok. got it."
me try.
me try.
me try... me smile.
tanguera: "perfect."
me: "was that too early or too late?"
tanguera: "well, the timing would be different for everyone. i think it was too early."
me: "ok. got it."
me try.
me try.
me try... me smile.
tanguera: "perfect."
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