A beautiful piece of music from the Lebanese movie, Caramel, which reminded me of some themes from my previous life, a life that now feels another world away. Where dancing tango could only ever remain a dream.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
New steps, new steps
Ever since I started researching tango years ago, I had heard it was hard. I don't think I was prepared for just how hard it is, and how there are periods of rapid progress and then nothing at all for weeks.
I got the hang of the very basic moves pretty quickly when I started, but now that we're moving into fancier territory and it's all starting to fall apart for me. This is enormously disappointing, since I love to dance and always considered myself to have good rhythm. Ganchos? Forget them. As for my much-hated figure of eights, four months in and I'm STILL not doing them right.
Add to this that I was out of action for a while because I busted my knees from over enthusiasm in class and so have now returned minus my red tango heels in a pair of flat battered grey boots. It did seem to help, but now my focus of attention on all the males (like there were so many of them in the first place, hmmph!!) has shifted too. Being a few inches lower has made my partners a few inches higher.
I was enjoying it so much, but lately I feel myself sliding backwards. I'm actually getting worse instead of better. It's been nearly a month since I had a tango high and much, much longer since Teacher demonstrated anything in class with me. Either he's reading my blog and keeping away so as to not terrify me (hi, Teacher! *waves*) or I've morphed into a dancer so craptastic that I would ruin any demonstration.
And all this just in time for the tango festival this weekend. I have almost no confidence left in my dancing since I have no way of telling how good or bad I am. But I do know that I'm not going to quit and if I have to work ten times harder then I'll do that too.
I got the hang of the very basic moves pretty quickly when I started, but now that we're moving into fancier territory and it's all starting to fall apart for me. This is enormously disappointing, since I love to dance and always considered myself to have good rhythm. Ganchos? Forget them. As for my much-hated figure of eights, four months in and I'm STILL not doing them right.
Add to this that I was out of action for a while because I busted my knees from over enthusiasm in class and so have now returned minus my red tango heels in a pair of flat battered grey boots. It did seem to help, but now my focus of attention on all the males (like there were so many of them in the first place, hmmph!!) has shifted too. Being a few inches lower has made my partners a few inches higher.
I was enjoying it so much, but lately I feel myself sliding backwards. I'm actually getting worse instead of better. It's been nearly a month since I had a tango high and much, much longer since Teacher demonstrated anything in class with me. Either he's reading my blog and keeping away so as to not terrify me (hi, Teacher! *waves*) or I've morphed into a dancer so craptastic that I would ruin any demonstration.
And all this just in time for the tango festival this weekend. I have almost no confidence left in my dancing since I have no way of telling how good or bad I am. But I do know that I'm not going to quit and if I have to work ten times harder then I'll do that too.
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