Besieged by Happiness

While dancing Friday night at the La Marshall milonga I was besieged by happiness. It was a full frontal assault armed with boiling elixirs. They surprised me, disarmed me and over-powered me mid-dance. I gave up without a fight. This sequence of events is common to me and, I think, most dancers. You see it […]


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4 responses to “Besieged by Happiness”

  1. Our first tango teacher said, aptly, that we had been “bitten by the tango vampire”.

  2. Frederique Avatar
    Frederique

    And this is exactly why I still study the piano (I will never play like a professional), and why I still attend milongas, even though some “caring” souls like to, once in a while, tell me all about the different levels of perfection one is meant to attain in various stages of the dance before allowing oneself to even consider attending a milonga.
    To the these people, I say this: First and foremost, tango is a dance, that is to say a guided conversation with my partner, guided by the music of course – (Which makes me think, and I digress, that by these people standards, one should never converse in a foreign tongue until they have perfected it…… )
    I also think back to the roots of tango, and I am pretty sure it was about dancing before being about perfection.

    I am always happier after I have danced than before.

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