Dec 24 2008
Today I´ve been Mrs PMT. Twitchy, enraged for no very good reason, nothing I did all day felt quite right, not really known what to do with myself, unable to make decisions, definitely got a cold (bloody sniffly friend coming out to dinner 2 nights ago saying how ill he was but still sitting there eating and coughing with us), just Out-Of-Sorts.
Was supposed to have a lesson in the evening, but Mariana had some problems up so it ended up cancelled, and rather then going to her class at Tango Queer, decided I really did want to see some Tango Nuevo before I leave BA as its very different to Salon & Milongera; lots of kicks, separating from your partner, coming off your axis, etc. And today I had a very gentle group class today that put in a couple of Nuevo style moves, which I enjoyed doing. So I went to a Tango Nuevo class at Practica X - where all the best dancers go for the milonga after the class. I joined the class late, but still with an hour to go of it. And I´d say only one or two couples there should really have been doing it, because the rest (I include myself here) weren´t holding themselves properly (with the core, so that when you do come off your axis, you´re still balanced...very hard to do as a principiante/beginner). So basically a class where most people were flailing around.
Due to feeling out of sorts, I turned up and immediately wished I´d gone to TQ. Especially as I had no partner to dance with and people weren´t changing partners, so I had to keep nudging the teacher to get them to find me someone. But I stuck with it because I was stuck on the wrong side of town and if I´d left, by the time I´d gotten to TQ it would have finished anyway. Then we had the milonga at which I was unable to dance or concentrate...so just made myself more annoyed. And although I would normally have been happy to sit back and enjoy watching other people dance, I just didn´t feel comfortable there. During milongas there is usually a break for a show given by a professional couple, and there was indeed a great show by some amazing people. But again what would normally inspire me, only served to frustrate me... I couldn´t see how I could ever do any of that stuff when I was struggling so hard with the basics. I feel like I´ve gone backwards over the last couple of evenings, rather then forwards. The night ended early at 12.30am and everyone was invited to a different milonga - La Viruta. So I grabbed the people I was with and suggested that instead of La Viruta we went to TQ. Which we did, and it was lovely. We were just there for an hour or so, but I like it so much. Its relaxed, and very real. Not about showing off, just about dancing and enjoying dancing. Thats not to say that the people at Practica X where I´d just come from weren´t enjoying it, or "real" but I love the openness at TQ. Watching same sex and mixed couples all dancing and swapping roles. And there not being any snootiness about people dancing and getting it wrong. I´m just gutted that it isn´t on every night because I´d live there if it was. And it really has made me want to learn to lead. I danced with a lovely girl, who has only been learning since February this year and is really good. So I´m going to bed trying to hold on to the good fun bit from the end of the night and not the rest. I think a St Johns Wort will help.
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Friday, December 26, 2008
A Great First Dance
Dec 22 2008
Taxi drivers here are flipping brilliant. Aside from being wonderously cheap they also wait for you to be inside your destination before buggering off. Last night as some youths walked past whilst I was sorting out cash for the driver, he locked the doors...just in case. Then he made me wait until they were sufficiently further up the road before letting me out and waiting for me to be safely inside. They really are a credit to client services.
Today I had my 3rd private lesson with my fantastic teacher, Mariana Falcon. She knew immediately I was tired, and I wasn´t arguing with her. Last night I went for a class and milonga at La Calesita - a lovely outdoor milonga on the other side of town, where everyone dances around a fountain and there´s steak sandwiches and boozes available. The only thing was the floor to dance on was horrible because it was stone, rather then wood or marble which you can slide on. Trying to pivot for an ocho or a turn was so hard. I was probably being slightly workman blaming tools, as everyone else managed it much better then I, but I will say that I can understand the snootyness around different venues when its related to the state of the dancefloor. A friend I´ve met here wants to go with me again next week to La Calesita, and I just don´t think I can face another struggle with the ground.
I got in from it around 4am - standard time it seems - and was up at 11am to wash my clothes and go out to an out of town market. Only I washed my clothes and then it started to chuck it down. By the time it had finished it was too late to really go anywhere, and I didn´t want to walk far as I´m trying to save my feet. So I bumbled into San Telmo and hired a bike for a couple of hours. Had a great cycle along the docks and then into Boca - where all the pictures of the pretty multicoloured wooden slated houses are from. Boca is really though, properly flavela. There are 3 roads with the coloured houses from the pictures, tourist bars with bad displays of showy tango, and shops that sell tat. The rest of it is run down, poor, shabby though still beautiful in that run down way, and devoid of tourists cos you´re not supposed to roam around there. Obviously I blended in to the background on my bright orange hire bike, with extremely unusual short blonde hair. No problemo.
So by the time my lesson started at 8pm I was pooped. And hungry. But we struggled through with me getting it wrong, not understanding what I was supposed to do (at one point she got almost exasperated with me), failing to do fairly basic things, the lot. At the end Mariana told me to go out tonight and enjoy myself and not to think about what I was doing. And that I was a great dancer...because the secret of tango is to feel like a great dancer even if you´re not. And that´s the leader´s job as well, to make you feel like the best dancer on the floor.
So after a FAT steak and chips I persuaded my friend to come with me to La Viruta. Again on the other side of town. We got there at 11.30pm and they were still teaching a class, so we waited it out in a nearby bar with some large g´n´ts. At 1am we went in (when it also conveniently becomes free and all the good people turn up), only to find it was heaving because there was a Rock and Roll show happening, as well as the tango. The show was pretty good, and the crowd RnR dancing was good. Tho I realised that even if its something like a 50´s jive playing, people still don´t dance alone here, they only dance in couples. Finally they started to play tango music. And I got a dance. And it was a great dance.
I was so pleased, cos it really could have gone either way. And I was so fortunate to have been asked by someone who was a good dancer, and that it worked well between the two of us. Because if it had been a bad dancer I would probably have thought the whole time it was my fault.
After that I had some so-so dances and made lots of mistakes. However, the stuff that I did right I think I did better then a week ago, which pleased me much more then any frustration at the stuff I got wrong. And the lovely thing here is the community. Now that I´ve been to quite a few milongas, taken classes at them and had classes at a dance school, I´m getting to know people. And they´re stopping me and saying hello to me. Which is SO nice. And some of the good ones, who know I´m a beginner, are still asking me to dance. Which is very great.
Today I decided that the first thing I´m going to do when I´m back in London is buy a flight to BA for the same time next year. Although I´ll have no English friends here then, its more likely the same argentinian and international tango dancers will be around. And fingers crossed they´ll still remember me and want to dance with me again.
Taxi drivers here are flipping brilliant. Aside from being wonderously cheap they also wait for you to be inside your destination before buggering off. Last night as some youths walked past whilst I was sorting out cash for the driver, he locked the doors...just in case. Then he made me wait until they were sufficiently further up the road before letting me out and waiting for me to be safely inside. They really are a credit to client services.
Today I had my 3rd private lesson with my fantastic teacher, Mariana Falcon. She knew immediately I was tired, and I wasn´t arguing with her. Last night I went for a class and milonga at La Calesita - a lovely outdoor milonga on the other side of town, where everyone dances around a fountain and there´s steak sandwiches and boozes available. The only thing was the floor to dance on was horrible because it was stone, rather then wood or marble which you can slide on. Trying to pivot for an ocho or a turn was so hard. I was probably being slightly workman blaming tools, as everyone else managed it much better then I, but I will say that I can understand the snootyness around different venues when its related to the state of the dancefloor. A friend I´ve met here wants to go with me again next week to La Calesita, and I just don´t think I can face another struggle with the ground.
I got in from it around 4am - standard time it seems - and was up at 11am to wash my clothes and go out to an out of town market. Only I washed my clothes and then it started to chuck it down. By the time it had finished it was too late to really go anywhere, and I didn´t want to walk far as I´m trying to save my feet. So I bumbled into San Telmo and hired a bike for a couple of hours. Had a great cycle along the docks and then into Boca - where all the pictures of the pretty multicoloured wooden slated houses are from. Boca is really though, properly flavela. There are 3 roads with the coloured houses from the pictures, tourist bars with bad displays of showy tango, and shops that sell tat. The rest of it is run down, poor, shabby though still beautiful in that run down way, and devoid of tourists cos you´re not supposed to roam around there. Obviously I blended in to the background on my bright orange hire bike, with extremely unusual short blonde hair. No problemo.
So by the time my lesson started at 8pm I was pooped. And hungry. But we struggled through with me getting it wrong, not understanding what I was supposed to do (at one point she got almost exasperated with me), failing to do fairly basic things, the lot. At the end Mariana told me to go out tonight and enjoy myself and not to think about what I was doing. And that I was a great dancer...because the secret of tango is to feel like a great dancer even if you´re not. And that´s the leader´s job as well, to make you feel like the best dancer on the floor.
So after a FAT steak and chips I persuaded my friend to come with me to La Viruta. Again on the other side of town. We got there at 11.30pm and they were still teaching a class, so we waited it out in a nearby bar with some large g´n´ts. At 1am we went in (when it also conveniently becomes free and all the good people turn up), only to find it was heaving because there was a Rock and Roll show happening, as well as the tango. The show was pretty good, and the crowd RnR dancing was good. Tho I realised that even if its something like a 50´s jive playing, people still don´t dance alone here, they only dance in couples. Finally they started to play tango music. And I got a dance. And it was a great dance.
I was so pleased, cos it really could have gone either way. And I was so fortunate to have been asked by someone who was a good dancer, and that it worked well between the two of us. Because if it had been a bad dancer I would probably have thought the whole time it was my fault.
After that I had some so-so dances and made lots of mistakes. However, the stuff that I did right I think I did better then a week ago, which pleased me much more then any frustration at the stuff I got wrong. And the lovely thing here is the community. Now that I´ve been to quite a few milongas, taken classes at them and had classes at a dance school, I´m getting to know people. And they´re stopping me and saying hello to me. Which is SO nice. And some of the good ones, who know I´m a beginner, are still asking me to dance. Which is very great.
Today I decided that the first thing I´m going to do when I´m back in London is buy a flight to BA for the same time next year. Although I´ll have no English friends here then, its more likely the same argentinian and international tango dancers will be around. And fingers crossed they´ll still remember me and want to dance with me again.
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