Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Remembering Joe Dallon: Tango DJ at Firehouse Milonga


                A man I knew passed away this past week. He was the DJ at the Firehouse Milonga in Maywood, NJ, the place where I began my tango education. I did not know him well but Joe Dallon is a permanent part of my tango memories.
               Memories are strange things. Most people do not know that they are generated by emotions. We do not remember an event if it has no emotional effect on us. If people come into our lives and have no emotional impact then it is as if they had never existed. Joe certainly did exist and lives on in the minds of all the people he affected with his tango playlists.
               Dancing tango is all about creating memories and Joe helped many people make some good ones, including me.
               I have two memories of Joe, one of relief and the other of happiness.
               My first impression of this man was one of apprehension. Standing behind the DJ table in the dim light at Firehouse Milonga, Joe seemed like a maniacal wizard busy casting spells upon the crowd from his laptop.
               I was new to tango back then. Every time I had an incredible dance experience I would ask Joe for the name of the song that just played. I was apprehensive in approaching him at first but he was quite happy to share his music selections with me. This was a big relief and the beginning of my extensive tango library.
               Joe played what I would come to accept as standard milonga fare: a blend of the classics, nuevo and alternative music which were all new to me at the time. I went to the Thursday milonga in Maywood every week for a year and these songs were burned into my brain as what a milonga is supposed to sound like. Eight years later, if I hear a song from Joe’s playlist I can’t keep myself from humming along.
                My second memory of Joe is of his birthday dance with Walter Monteblanco, probably six years ago. Joe was leading and Walter was hamming it up with the embellishments executed with surprising perfection. The whole building was cheering for them and we all left there with an unforgettably happy experience. Their performance was a gift for all who attended.
                If you ever find yourself in Maywood, New Jersey on a Thursday night, stop in to the Firehouse Milonga. Joe won’t be spinning records but he’s still there in the memories of the dancers. I’m sure they’re all just like me, humming along to the songs that they first heard from that wonderful DJ, Joe Dallon.

               He will be missed.

Thursday, December 25, 2014

A Kayak Hombre Christmas


               It is Christmas and I am alone. I am never really alone because I am a father and the lives of my children touch me wherever I go. This year has been a year of milestones for me. The biggest has been the graduations of my daughters from college. It took us 25 years to reach that marker but we did it. My oldest got her master’s degree just last Saturday.
               More importantly, both my girls are working. The economy is improving but it is still a tough place to find a good-paying job. They are making the world a better place so I no longer have to do it on my own. Thank God! That is a great load off my shoulders.
               And I am working. I am nearly penniless but I have reliable transportation, I am in good health and I have a nice apartment a block from the Ohio River with a nice desk from which to write. I haven't had a desk since I rented out my house four years ago. Life is good!
               I also passed a milestone in my career. With this current contract, I have successfully navigated the Great Recession and transitioned from cellular networks based on the T-1 Carrier system to an IP-based cellular network.
               I end this year looking forward to a new one with lots of possibilities. This year, my life is like a good tango and a good tango is always full of possibilities.
               It wasn’t easy getting here. I had to make a tough decision on where I would go as my last contract ended. I am thankful that I at least had choices to make. I had no choice in leaving Durango and that was extremely hard. It broke my heart to find such a wonderful place and not be able to stay. Not so with Fargo. Wisconsin was a difficult place to leave as well but I could not stay.
               I think I can stay here, though, in Wheeling, West Virginia. Maybe I won’t be in Wheeling but I’m certain I can find work in the Pittsburgh area because it is a big city and the economy here is booming. There are rivers here, great rivers with lots of character, and there is lots of tango.
               Lots of tango. Yes, that is very important. As I look back on the last four years as I worked my way around the country, I realize that in each tango community that I was a part of, there were women there who needed me as a dance partner. It is nice to be needed. In fact, being needed is a primary ingredient in the soup of life. It adds flavor; without it there is just water with stuff floating around in it.
               The best dances are with people you enjoy dancing with who also enjoy dancing with you. There is definitely the possibility for some of that for me here in Pittsburgh. Also, I’m not too far from Cleveland or Washington, D.C., and tango adventures are on my agenda for the coming year.
               River running is also on the menu. The Potomac River near Cumberland, Maryland, has enormous possibilities as a place to meet my youngest daughter for some canoe camping trips. I have a funny little boat called the Spanish Fly. It is a C-1, which means it is a one-person canoe but it is more like a whitewater playboat. Lately I have been experiencing a strong urge to take it out on the river. I had thought I was too old for this kind of stuff but I think that my hiking excursions to Ohiopyle State Park, home of the famous Youghigheny River, has rekindled my desire to challenge the whitewater rapids once more.
               Finally, I have been given the gift of writing another book called The Tango Doctor. It will be my third book and a chance to show readers that I can give them something good to sit down with for a whole weekend and escape into another world, a world that I created. 
               Writing a book is a funny thing. Once you realize that you have enough material to put together a whole story and start writing, it opens up a whole new world of possibilities.
                Okay, I am ready to set my goals for the new year.
               #1 on the list are more camping trips with my daughters. Next, I’ve got to prepare my body for a ride through the cold rapids without a boat. I have grown fat these last four years and I am in no shape to bail out and take a swim in a strong current full of rocks and who knows what. Thirdly, I will dance some awesome tango with the wonderful women I’ve met in Pittsburgh.
               This will be the year I finally get my Cisco router certification. And finally, I will finish my book, The Tango Doctor.
               There you have it, a Kayak Hombre Christmas. I am alone but full of the joy of the season. I am thankful for all have, missing all that I have left behind and looking forward to all that lies ahead.


Peace, Love and Tango

the Kayak Hombre

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Dance Studio Tangueros


               Ladies, I’ll bet you are wondering who that good-looking man is at the milonga and wondering why he never asks you to dance. He is the Dance Studio Tanguero. He mostly dances with his students or prospective ones.
               This post is not meant to be insulting; I simply wish to make people aware of the role he plays in tango societies and in making tangueras better dancers. I risk offense in order to educate those who do not understand why these qualified leaders do not assume the same responsibilities of a community tanguero whose job it is to dance with all the followers, especially the newcomers.
               Also, as with everything, there are no absolutes; I am certain there are a few exceptions.
               The Dance Studio Tanguero studies the performance of his students at the milongas and makes suggestions to them during her next lesson.
               So far I have not seen the female equivalent, a Dance Studio Tanguera for leaders.
               The primary reason for this, I believe, is that men prefer to learn at group lessons and from dancing with as many women as possible. We do not, IMHO, usually employ a private instructor unless we are perfectionists but most of us are not. We are men, content to be lost as long as there is a possibility that we might figure this dance out on our own.
               Men don’t ask for directions or take advice and we sure as hell don’t take private dance instruction! We’re big babies.  We have a rattle and it is called machismo. It is a difficult toy to play with and we are always afraid of losing it so we guard it carefully. The last thing we need is to be alone in a room with another man fighting to hold onto the essence of our manliness.
               Women don’t have this same stigma. One of the many reasons they got into this dance is because they are curious about men; being alone in a room with one of them is just the kind of lesson they’d like to have.
               Until I began writing this blogpost, I believed that these guys were shirking their responsibilities but now I see it the other way. A dance with them is not a tango even if there is tango music. I have to imagine that with them there are few possibilities when they are teaching, especially for amore. Tango is all about possibilities. 
                The fundamentals of tango must come to them more easily than it does to the average dancer. I’ll bet they find it frustrating when others find the basics so difficult to comprehend. I think that, for these guys, there are only two outcomes possible: failure or success.
               So why do they do this? I do not know. I can, however, say that they are part of the scenery and definitely a positive force in the growth of any tango community. I have to believe that their reward and thus their raison d'ĂȘtre, is the satisfaction of their students and in living a life doing something that they love.

                As with any art, learning to tango is a lifelong lesson. Our goal should not necessarily be mastery of the subject but enjoyment in the pursuit of perfection. The Dance Studio Tanguero is a part of that pursuit. The lessons he teaches spread throughout the community and eventually all benefit from it. 




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Saturday, December 13, 2014

You Cannot Lie to Tango




People are natural-born liars. There are many reasons why we do this but that is not the point of my essay; what happens to those lies when we come to tango is. Dancing is like writing and the writer’s creed is “to thine own self be true.” If you bring your lies to tango, they will be exposed and this is not necessarily a bad thing; it is how tango makes you better.
Here is a good example: “I can’t dance because I am fat.”
This is the falsehood that prevents many people from getting out on the dance floor. Your physical appearance is not as important as balance and emotion. You can’t be a slob and good hygiene is extremely important but how much you weigh should not be a factor in your decision to dance.
Tango is for adventurous spirits, those persons who get great satisfaction from getting to know the true person inside the skin. I like to call them soul-seekers. They are tourists in other people’s psyches. It is not enough for them to engage another person in conversation, they need to touch you, feel your emotions and experience how you move to the music.
Our passion is something we often try to hide from others. Those of us who do this have learned that expressing our passion is unacceptable; maybe we were taught this in school, at work or at home during childhood. Whatever the source, it needs to be let out and tango gives us that outlet. We may not realize it when it first happens but eventually it becomes clear that it was necessary.
There are many other lies but the one I’d like most to expose is this one: “It’s her.”
It’s never her. The woman cannot make a mistake in tango. I’m sure you’ve all heard that this dance is all about the woman, well, it’s true. If you are the leader and the follower fails to respond in a way you had expected then you did not give her enough information.
Maybe you gave her too much information. Maybe she sensed that you were too demanding and this caused her to become nervous which then caused her to miss your cue.
This is not her fault, it is the leader’s. As the lead, it is your responsibility to keep your lady on her own balance, to figure out what moves she is comfortable with and not to lead anything that is beyond her ability......and yours!
This scenario often encompasses another lie and it is the one the woman tells to herself: “It’s me.”
I often tell women when they apologize during the dance that they cannot make a mistake. They usually laugh and deny it. That is because they think I am lying. They firmly believe they are at fault and I think it is a long journey for these ladies before they realize that it is not true.
There are no mistakes in tango. To dance tango is to attempt to choreograph a song spontaneously with a partner. It is an ATTEMPT! It is not a commandment written in stone. There is no grade or score. Success is measured by how you feel afterwards.
To err is human. It is not a sin to be human. When you come to tango, cut yourself a break and forgive yourself ahead of time. You are here to enjoy yourself so don’t be an obstacle to your own happiness.


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Saturday, December 6, 2014

What Is Tango?

               I am in a hotel room and it is raining. I remember a young lady with whom I had danced many times. She had dedicated herself to mastering tango before she was thirty and could execute molinete with perfection. Her boleos needed work but she acquired the skill in short time because she was a passionate student.
               I encountered her once after I had attended a workshop on musicality where we worked on dancing to the phrase. She asked what that was and I tried unsuccessfully to explain. She said she understood but I knew she didn’t; she just wanted to work on her molinete.
               I couldn’t explain it to her then but I think I could today after five more years under my belt.
               A phrase is eight beats. To dance to the phrase means executing a set of movements beginning on the first beat of the phrase and completing it on the eighth. Phrases can be strung together and a set of movements can finish at the end of the second phrase instead of the first.
               In this way, an entire song can be divided up into sets of phrases. This is one of the metrics judges use to rate a performance. It is, I believe, just one of the differences in how Argentines dance tango and how the rest of us do it.
               But dancing tango is more than just metrics and the perfect physical execution of a step. It is about machismo and femininity; it is about chemistry, attraction and heartache; it is about being human.
               A man needs to express himself in this dance. He needs to say, “I want you.”
               It is perfectly okay for his partner to respond, “Of course you do. Look at me.”
               This kind of exchange is frowned upon in our professional worlds and we repress our desire to express ourselves. Emotions buildup behind a dam of our own construction and we find ourselves looking for a release. Tango gives us that outlet.
               I’ve heard many Argentine instructors convey this facet of the dance but I think it gets lost in the translation and in our desire to acquire new moves and improve our molinete.
               Sometimes I get to the point where I feel like saying, “I can’t take it anymore; I must have you.”
               I am almost sure but not 100% certain that I’ve heard my partner reply more than a few times, “Yes, you can have me. I am all yours. I surrender.”
               The dialog never goes further than this and it is communicated entirely through the dance, never with words. The song ends and we part. At the end of the night I go back to my hotel and awake to a rainy day and the memory of a young lady working on the perfect molinete.
               That is what tango is.




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Wednesday, December 3, 2014

The Politics of Tango


               Politics is the practice of influencing people on a global, civic or individual level. As the new kid at work I must navigate the political passions of my coworkers diplomatically if my integration into the telecom tribe is to be a smooth process. My situation inspires me to comment on the political character of the milonguero community.
               The political appetite of tango dancers varies greatly but all embrace their particular passions with intensity. Fortunately the codigo de silencio keeps us from finding this out until we have become fast friends in spite of our differences.
               Discussion about what we keep near and dear to our hearts has a potent appeal and is marketed heavily in this day and age of talk radio, 24 hour news channels and an infinite number of websites. That is not where you will find the milonguero; he or she thinks talk is cheap.  

               To them a job is not merely a source of income, it is a means of personal expression. They became teachers, lawyers and doctors because they followed their heart into their profession. They are painters, musicians and yes, some are even dancers. Tangueras and tangueros don’t just pay lip service to the causes they support, nor do they argue much about changing the world: they just do it.

Friday, November 21, 2014

Tango and the Older Women

               In Pittsburgh there aren’t too many women my age here. I am fifty-four. I don’t get too many dances either because there are too many leaders. I am already missing the women of Madison.
               Let me try and explain what it is that I am feeling.
               I was on Facebook and I saw the headshot of a tanguera I knew back in Wisconsin. She is a busy mom with a full-time job trying her best to learn tango. When I first danced with her there was an explosion of relief. It was like a fireball shot of whiskey blowing through my soul. Just thinking about her reminds me of that feeling.
               It was a pleasant sensation even though it made me a little sad; kind of like remembering a loved one that had passed.
               I danced with a young lady last night. Very skilled but there was no spirit in our connection. It was like exercise, fifteen minutes on a treadmill, or a non-alcoholic beer or a virgin bloody Mary.
               It’s just me. I haven’t found the kind of women I like to dance with yet but I know they’re here. They are the heart and soul of tango. It is a dance that is all about the woman. There is a lot of tango in this town and it had to come from somewhere so I need to keep on looking.


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Saturday, November 15, 2014

Pittsburgh Tango Seen

Lucky for me I had a week to kill before I started my new job here near Wheeling, WV, and so I had a great opportunity to check out Pittsburgh’s multitude of tango offerings. Let me tell you that this is the youngest tango community I’ve ever come across and it is huge! There are lots of tango venues here in and all around the University of PIttsburgh.
Ladies, now hear this! Pittsburgh is LEADER heavy! That means there are too many leaders and too few followers. So please, get your butts up here and even out the numbers!
By far the best, as well as the most unique tango spot was the Milonga @ Rich’s located in the RJW Law Office on a Penn Avenue that is under heavy construction. There are two milongas here simultaneously on the first Friday of the month.
Upstairs there’s classic tango broadcast in a tiny office space. It is strewn with posters of Obama and relics of the Virgin Mary. I think it really is a working legal factory for the masses of Pittsburgh’s proletariat class. Vehicle titles and yellow carbon copies litter a desk at the far end of the room where a laptop executes the night’s music playlist.
It is a very casual scene.
Downstairs are the restrooms, an anteroom where finger foods and empanadas are offered on a small tray before you enter the main ballroom called the Dance Emporium. This place has ambiance that rivals that of the milonga at De Las Puertas in Albuquerque, NM. It does not have the size but it definitely has steel beams of character.
The walls are covered with posters of our President as Comrade Obama and the ceiling is strung with ancient bike parts welded onto plumbing fixtures.
Did I say restrooms? That might not be an accurate description but relief can be found and they are clean(at least the boys room was).
A man who introduced himself as Rob greeted me as soon as I walked in. He was in the middle of a dance with a young lady but that didn’t stop him from fulfilling his duties as a host. He’s a BIG guy: tall and heavy; yet he is a surprisingly talented leader, especially with the colgadas.
I would like to lead colgadas like him before I leave here, if I ever do leave.
It was early and there were five extra leaders. A man came over to play twenty questions and he informed me that Pittsburgh was leader heavy. He promised the odds would even out later and they did around 11 p.m.
I attended several more events over the next seven days and had quite a few conversations with members of the local tango tribe. I feel confident now that I can offer a reasonable account of the state of tango in the Steel City.
Apparently the population surge of young tangueros is a recent occurrence. Tango has been around here in the home of the Steelers since 1995 and there is a solid core of experienced dancers here. I did not notice a dominant style, in fact, I experienced almost all of them, from Milonguero-style or close embrace, to tango salon and nuevo tango.
For a complete and extremely accurate listing of all of P-burg’s tango check out their webpage: http://www.pittsburghtangueros.org/
Almost all of the events I attended were within two miles of the university. Most of the dance floors were small but there are a few genuine dance ballrooms here. 
This town is big on its tango offerings. Just last night I attended a workshop taught by Javier Antar and Kara Wenham. I’ve been here less than a week and already I’ve attended three milongas and two practicas. Sweet!

It looks like the Kayak Hombre got lucky on this job assignment. Great tango only 70 miles away and did I say that I’ve always been a fan of the Pittsburgh Steelers? I think I might even get a chance to attend one of their games. Now where is my Terrible Towel?





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Friday, November 14, 2014

A Farewell to Tango Wisconsin

I have officially moved to Wheeling, West Virginia, and have already made three trips to Pittsburgh for tango. I had better put down some thoughts on my stay in wonderful Wisconsin before it fades from my drafty memory, so here goes.
Wisconsin was very good for me in so many ways. It was here that I finally incorporated a healthy diet into the lifestyle of a telecom switch technician where nine to five can be an a.m. or p.m. shift. It was very difficult to resist all the delicious doughnuts that are available on almost every corner in this vast state but I did.
Madison is the capital city and it is THE place to go. It consistently ranks as the number one best city in the United States. If you come here bring your tango shoes and stay awhile. I would have stayed forever if I could.
Dancing tango at the Cardinal Bar, my favorite tango spot, will be something I remember forever. I had so many great tango encounters here that I couldn’t stop myself from coming back every week. I think I came to Madison every weekend that I was in Wisconsin, a period of eleven months.
Most of the people I met in Madison were from Wisconsin. If I had to choose one word to describe them it would be WARM. Cheeseheads, as they are affectionately known nationwide, are easy to spend time with, be it ten minutes of a tanda dancing tango or a year working on a cellular network contract.
If you’re looking for a place to stay, put a $50 bid on Priceline for a room in the Middleton section of town. Half of the time you will get a room at the Marriott or something just as nice. Go to the Hubbard Diner and Bakery, http://www.hubbardavenuediner.com/, while you’re there for a uniquely Madison dining experience at a reasonable price. Make sure you read the t-shirts worn by the staff, they'll crack you up.
There are lots of weekend tango events and lots of weekday tango instruction available but only one place to go to find out where and when: http://www.madisontango.org/.  They’re on Facebook, too, under the name Madison Tango Society.
If you’re looking for a wild tango scene, you will not find it here. The ladies are all very respectable midwestern gals but they are almost all quite willing to dance with any leader. That is why this is probably one of the fastest growing tango communities in America. In the short time that I was here, two new tango communities sprung up in Viroqua and LaCrosse.
Also, the University of Wisconsin is an institution of world renown. I have met many tango dancers here who were visiting the university from Germany, Italy, Kazahkstan and many, many more countries.
If I ever get the chance to come back here, I will not hesitate. If you get a chance to come, don’t miss it. You will not regret it. Wisconsin is cold in the winter time but my memory of it will always be a warm place in my heart.


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Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Albuquerque Tango Festival 2014: No Need to Call a Taxi Here!

                I just got back and once again I am super-elated after four days of total tango immersion! It was the usual smorgasbord of classroom instruction combined with evening milongas but something was different this time and it was us.
               I can’t quote numbers but every milonga and every class I attended was packed. Big deal, you say, we hear that every year about the ABQ Tango Festival, so what else is new? The women were EXTREMELY satisfied, at least the women I met, with the amount of dance invitations they were getting, that’s what was new!
                I have never heard a lady utter the phrase, “I am getting enough dances,” until this weekend! I didn’t hear this from just one person either. It was repeated many times by many tangueras.
               This festival will not be remembered for its fantastic instructors and their teachers, who were absolutely superb; it will be remembered for its awesome milongas and the proclivity of tangueros to sample as many tangueras as possible.
               I asked the show's organizer, Daniel Boardman, if he seeded the field somehow in favor of the ladies but he denied doing anything, crediting it to the good nature of the people in attendance.
               Another recurring event was also different, Tango InForm, a tango warmup session devised and conducted by Carrie Field, a tango/pilates instructor hailing from Taos, NM. 
               I was blown away last year by how well thought-out this exercise was yet she found a way to make it incredibly better. Carrie doesn’t just help us prime our bodies for a weekend of tango, she educates us on what muscles are being used when we dance.  
               The muscle-stretching exercises we performed to her easily understood narration were not the same as those of a year ago but they were just as safe and even more effective. 
               What I found most edifying about her routines were how closely they mimicked tango movements. By the end of the session I felt as if I’d already taken my first class of the day but also felt completely relaxed and refreshed!
               For more on Carrie Field and Tango InForm, check out her website here. For more stories about her click here. And here is a link to their original website where she was and still is one half of the dynamic tango teaching duo known around the world as Taos Tango: click here. Mike Malixi is the Yin to her Yang and he’s also an awesome force in tango as well. If you need more proof of that, clickhere:-D
               Having been to many tango festivals, I employed a new strategy for getting the most out of my investment. This time I decided to focus on one set of instructors to get a clearer picture of their teaching technique as well as to get a feel for how the students reacted to them.
               I chose Cristina and Homer Ladas for two reasons. First, I’d been following them on the internet for most of the eight years I’ve been pursuing proficiency in this dance and didn’t want to waste this chance. Second, they are the most frequently requested tango instructors in Madison, Wisconsin, a place where I tango often but never had the chance to attend one of their workshops.
               I’ll write a separate post about my experience with them but you should know that it was all good! Thank you, Cristina, you've helped my lead for the colgada immensely!
               Once again, the milongas were fantastic! I didn’t lack for partners and the partners I encountered were absolutely thrilled with their experience of the festival. The QTango Orchestra played once again on Saturday night and they were awesome as always. I am their biggest fan so you know I’ve blogged about them before just click here and here for two raving mad reviews.
               The accommodations at Hotel Albuquerque were exquisite: comfortable beds with great pillows, refrigerator upon request; great view of Sandia Peak on the even numbered rooms and a balcony on the odd numbered rooms. If you like the open air, choose the latter. Service was impeccable as it was the last time I stayed here.

               Finally, there were vendors, lots of vendors selling dresses and shoes and much, much more. I think they only take cash or checks so bring some with you if you come next year. I ended up buying a pair of practice shoes in my size, something I’ve been reluctant to do online.
               Thanks to all who made this event possible, mostly Daniel Boardman and the Tango Club of Albuquerque. Evidently you guys are not just getting older, you’re getting better. Your efforts are greatly appreciated and I want to thank you profusely, so here goes: Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, a hundred times, Thank You VERY, VERY MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




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Albuquerque Tango Festival 2014: No Need to Call a Taxi Here!
               I just got back and once again I am super elated from four days of unlimited tango! It was the usual smorgasbord of classroom instruction combined with evening milongas but something was different this time and it was us.
               I can’t quote numbers but every milonga and every class I attended were packed. Big deal! We hear that every year about the ABQ Tango Festival, so what else is new? The women were happy, that’s what was new.
                I have never heard the phrase, “I am getting enough dances,” until this weekend! I didn’t hear this from just one person either. It was repeated many times by many tangueras.
               This festival will not be remembered for its fantastic instructors and their teachers, who were absolutely superb; it will be remembered for its awesome milongas and the proclivity of tangueros to sample as many tangueras as possible.
               Another recurring event was also different, Tango InForm, a tango warmup session devised and conducted by Carrie Field, a tango/pilates instructor hailing from Taos, NM. I was blown away last year by how well thought-out this exercise was yet she found a way to make it incredibly better. Carrie doesn’t just help us prime our bodies for a weekend of tango, she educates us on what muscles are being used when we dance.  
               The exercises we performed to her easily understood narration were not the same as those of a year ago but just as and just as effective. What I found most edifying about her routines were how closely they mimicked tango movements. By the end of the session I felt as if I’d already taken my first class of the day but also completely relaxed and refreshed!
               For more on Carrie Field and Tango InForm, check out her website here. For more stories about her click here. And here is a link to their original website where she was and still is one half of the dynamic tango teaching duo known around the world as Taos Tango: click here. Mike Malixi is the Yin to her Yang and he’s also a super terrific for in tango. If you need more proof of that, click here:-D
               Having been to many tango festivals I devised a new strategy for getting the most out of my investment. This time I decided to focus on one set of instructors to get a clearer picture of their teaching technique as well as to get a feel for how the students reacted to them.
               I chose Cristina and Homer Ladas primarily for two reasons.
               One: I’d been following them on the internet for most of the eight years I’ve been pursuing proficiency in this dance and didn’t want to wasted this chance.
               Two: They are the most frequently requested tango instructors in Madison, Wisconsin, a place where I intend to visit and dance tango when I can.
               I’ll write a separate post about my experience with them but you should know that it was all good!
               Once again, the milongas were fantastic. I didn’t lack for partners and the partners I encountered were absolutely thrilled with their experience of the festival. The QTango Orchestra played once again on Saturday night and they were awesome as always. I am their biggest fan so you know I’ve blogged about them before just click here for a raving mad review.
               The accommodations at Hotel Albuquerque were superb: comfortable beds with great pillows, refridgerator upon request; great view of Sandia Peak on the even numbered rooms and a balcony on the odd numbered rooms. If you like the open air, choose the latter. Service was impeccable as it was the last time I stayed here.
               Finally, there were vendors, lots of vendors selling dresses and shoes and lots more. I think they only take cash or checks so bring some with you. I ended up buying a pair of practice shoes in my size, something I’ve been reluctant to do online.
               Thanks to all who made this event possible, mostly Daniel Boardman and the Tango Club of Albuquerque. Evidently you guys are not just getting older, you’re getting better. Your efforts are greatly appreciated and I want to thank you profusely, so here goes: Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, a hundred times, Thank You VERY, VERY MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




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Monday, October 27, 2014

The Right Tango Partner


           It is possible to master the fundamentals of tango and yet remain ignorant of the purpose of this dance. We gather to have fun and to heal. We are drawn to tango by something akin to our sex drive: a need to make contact with the opposite sex and to move in harmony with the music.
               Skill is not a prerequisite for a successful tango engagement; necessity is.
               The gauchos and fisherman of early twentieth century Argentina and Uruguay were busy with cattle and cod and you can bet that they had no time to practice a cat-like walk on the pampas or at sea. The women at the bordellos waiting for the herds to arrive or the ships to dock were equally busy living the life of a prostitute, where good negotiating skills easily trumped a need to move with precision. Tango was born as a result of men and women doing what they needed to do in order to survive.
               No man is an island in a sea of men; he is simply another drop of water in the ocean, grounded to nothing.
               Most men cannot live without the presence of the fairer sex in their world. Our need is much more than a desire to procreate, we crave to be a part of their world, to delight in the sound of a lady’s laughter, to engage in frivolous banter, to be treated with an affectionate warmth that only a woman can generate, if only for a short time.
               I watched a movie last weekend called Fury. It is a gruesome war movie about men in a tank. They share an intense bond that is dissolved by only one thing: a man’s desire for feminine companionship.
               This is demonstrated in a dinner scene where the tank commander, played by Brad Pitt, forces two German women to cook him dinner and serve it to his men. One of the men tries to disrupt the civility of the occasion and the tank commander indicates that he is ready to fight to preserve the sanctity of the meal.
               I believe it is entirely possible for a tanguera to become so focused on improving her skills that she completely obscures what it is that she brings to the table. She is God’s gift to men but sometimes she forgets or maybe she has never realized this to be true.
               All men desire to be king of something and that something is nothing unless there is a woman in it.
               I am like the gaucho and the fisherman in Argentina of old. I am traveling around America in search of employment to provide for my family. It is a years-long endeavor as well as a solitary existence except for the times I get to dance tango.

                 The right partner for me, therefore, is not the tanguera who executes molinete with flawless perfection whilst performing a myriad of dazzling adornments; she is the woman who needs me for whatever reason. The right partner brings beauty into my world, moves with me to the music and soothes the savage beast that lives in the hearts of men.





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