|Dualing Tangueros: Who will win?|
I had a dream last night. I dreamed that I was dancing near an experienced tango teacher, and although I did not look up, I could tell that all eyes were on him. He was swirling around, doing all sorts of cool moves. My job was mostly just to creep behind him and make sure that he didn't hurt my tanguera with high-flying boleos, ganchos or simply slam into my tanguera as he went forward and backwards in the space that all we lesser tangueros were humbly providing him.
This was my realization: Why should I be so meek, dancing just for one person, the woman in front of me? In my dream I reasoned that if my partner were sitting at the tables, she too would be watching his awesomeness. She would not notice me -- the guy who was taking subtle steps and moving to nuances in the music. She would not see how I had connected directly to my tanguera's heart and entire being. She would not see that I was dancing with my partner's soul, led to move only by the music rather than showing off what I just learned from a stage star.
I woke up and looked at the clock. It was 5 a.m. I remembered that even though it is Friday, I have the day off. So I went back to sleep. But I started dreaming again. I felt myself loosening my connection, as I considered my partner sitting there watching this great show going on next to me. I thought that this woman who had melted into my embrace with her eyes closed surely would be watching the great tanguero, just as every eye was on him now. She too would be amazed at that whirlwind giro with 12 different sacadas ending in a nice barrida. Surely, my partner would have swooned with how the tango star had led his partner to four salsa-like turns and ended with sentada.
My dream continued. I took action. Like dualing tangueros, I opened up and did things he couldn't. Using my knowledge as a percussionist, I was now dancing on the upbeat as she stayed in the downbeat, allowing her to make these great egg-beater turns and colgadas. She continued dancing on the pulse and I now was doing these truly amazing turns while dancing in a syncopated canyange rhythm. I was truly awesome. Finally like him. He backed off and now was protecting his partner from my moves. I was winning the dual! People were watching me, the former meek milonguero!
Then I woke up. It was April 1st. I was relieved. It is better to be a fool on the social dance floor in one's dreams than in real life.
|When art becomes at its center a competition we all lose|
Happy April fools day everyone!
Photo credit: Tango Fire advertisement at top.
For dualing pigs: http://sean-ashby.blogspot.com/2010/06/dueling-banjos.html