Monday, 21 December 2015

Being unique: learning from children





“Anyone who writes down to children is simply wasting his time. You have to write up, not down. Children are demanding. They are the most attentive, curious, eager, observant, sensitive, quick, and generally congenial readers on earth. They accept, almost without question, anything you present them with, as long as it is presented honestly, fearlessly, and clearly. E.B. White

This gives children their due.  Children are often told to do this and be that and have all natural joy shaped and moulded into the ways others want them to be yet in a heartbeat they can spring back to an apparently boundless natural optimism and creativity with a speed and resilience not generally matched by adults.

Recently I went to help six or seven year olds with Chrismas crafts at our school.  On the table allocated to me the teacher had prepared an example of a Christmas card with a Christmas tree design and the material to make it.  Here is a similar version.  




To make the cards, there was a triangular template made from card, Christmas wrapping paper, pre-cut into strips, glue and scissors.  At the table there were spaces for six children at a time.  When they had finished they rotated on to tables with other activities. Few children asked what they had to do.  Most, must have, I suppose, glanced at the card but plunged straight in.  A few hesitated for a moment, looking to me for guidance. “Guidance” it turned out just meant in most cases, showing them where to start by pointing out the pile of coloured card so that they could choose from the selection, and sometimes passing them the tree template.  

The lovely thing was that nobody just copied the example card.  Some made their strips all one way.  Some used the card to cut out other pieces of card to make tree decorations.  Somebody decided to make a border to their card using these strips, someone else decided to use a spare cut-out star to decorate their tree’s pot, someone asked how to curl the paper like ribbon to make curly decorations for their tree like this..



All the children's cards were very creative and completely individual.  Sometimes, one of the ideas would live for a bit among the other children.  For a while a few people did borders, then there was a ribbon curling phase.  I loved how the ideas appeared and were shared, lived for a while and gave way to others.

Everyone completed a card with little assistance, more a sense of support, of being, as Tango Commuter put it recently “pointed in the right direction”.  One boy folded his card the “wrong” way and like one or two other boys seemed generally hesitant and so uncertain I thought he was going to struggle with many things.  In fact no.  We just made his card into a unique, tall card, he took his time and was happy with the result.  In this expressive activity there were no “mistakes”.  

How these children learned seemed to me so different to the overthinking that happens when adults are taught improvised social dancing in class. Simple Scottish country dancing of the kind danced in ceilidhs is different because it is a series of sequences though I and most have learnt them socially. But Argentine tango and also swing - from the little of it I have danced - is improvised and best learnt socially by dancing with experienced people as it used to be. In fact, I danced swing (of a sort) with my elder son yesterday in the kitchen and was delighted when he, who dances tango, immediately initiated entirely different swing sorts of movements that he had not seen from me.  

In the craft classroom the children obviously were not paying anyone or expecting anything in return.  The children were as focused as you see adults in dance class, but only because it is a natural state for them, not one caused by intent on an ROI. The children were relaxed and natural and happy,  brimming with creativity and experimentation, like my son when he dances who has never been to tango or swing dance class; like most children  in fact and some untrained adults when they feel moved to dance.


Local cafe

It was the same later in the week at the school Christmas concert which for me is when Christmas really feels like it begins.  Each class sang two Christmas songs.  There were traditional songs and party songs.  It was the variety that I enjoyed.  The ones that were nicest to watch were those where you could see those same qualities I felt in the craft class - the ones where the children were most happy, having fun and relaxed.  These tended to be the younger classes.  Even within the cohesion required for group song you could see the individuality expressed in the children’s faces, their Christmas clothes, the instrumental moments in the songs when they all danced - in all the ways in fact in which they expressed themselves.

In craft class, a cd was playing.  The children spontaneously burst into favourite Christmas songs.   How they were in themselves directly affected what they made.  They did copy an example, but it was only an example - a basis for their own ideas.  There was no forcing it on them, no exactitude, no repetition, no oppression, no right, no wrong.  The cards were all individual, very loose interpretations of the example and all the better for it.


Tuesday, 15 December 2015

“Leading is hard”


Or “The consequences of thinking dance”



A: I have been dancing with a beginner a lot in the last few months. He is young, can't do that much as far as steps go and has terrible posture but, strangely, I have a wonderful connection with him on the dance floor. 

B: It is a common observation. Beginners have lost less of themselves to classes.

A: Leading is hard though. I know because I have started leading in the last few months. You have a lot more to think about

B: It is sure hard if you think :)

A: ...and your focus is necessarily outward 

B: That is indeed fatal. But understandable if you're not in a ronda but instead in a chaotic circulation of people struggling with steps that they have to think about.

A: I find classes as a follower the most frustrating things. And I end up just learning the lead part on the side. And then the lead and I work through it together when he gets stuck. Which I think is how it should be..? 

B: It should be much easier. Try it without the teacher! :) 

A: When I lead I just try to move the follower with me in very small, very simple things to the music. If I feel we can move together we can create things in small ways and without thinking about it too much. 

B: That's the trad way. 

A: I have no desire to learn steps, not now at any rate. I suspect that takes you in the wrong direction, ultimately. 

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A: I'm so tense....I've got all these things in my head that I ought to be doing.

B: Like what?

A: Well, I'm thinking about being more grounded. The teachers tell me I have to be more grounded. I'm trying to think about that.

B: It isn't homework you know. It's a dance.

A: Shall we just dance then?

B: It's all I ever had in mind… :)


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From a Facebook forum:

“In El Beso last week I stumbled then apologised. No problem said my kind, friendly, pleasant, competent, non judgmental, argentine lead. This is a dance, not an exam - we're here to enjoy it. Now there in a nutshell is the difference between dancing in BA and dancing in Europe.”


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A: I was at a very high anxiety level learning tango for quite some time. To try and socialise and dance, to try and switch off the brain and dance what I feel - these are real weak areas for me. It's been awhile since I've felt flow in my dance. Overthinking!” 

B: Anxiety is common in the scene in various contexts. Having gone to class in both roles & over the course of many conversations with different people I have discovered one high stress context for guys is in class. For girls, stuffing your head full of things to remember in lessons is incredibly stressful when, in the milonga, you try to remember all the things you are supposed to be doing: “Stand up straight! Reach up with the chest! Open the throat area! Be grounded! Connect! Loosen your arm! Don’t collapse your arm! Reach back from the hip! Move fluidly! Engage the core! Relax! I gave up and went to the milonga instead. Then I really did relax and then I started to learn to dance because dancing and thinking don’t mix. 

For girls it is also stressful dancing with guys with poor dance - worst, in class, but also in the milonga - or who solicit for dances or, worse, who try to tell them what they're doing "wrong". A third high stress context is a milonga with an unpleasant atmosphere. 

In the high stress class context students give teachers money in exchange for what amounts to a mental list of things the teacher thinks the students should improve. Inevitably people think about the things on that list when they’re dancing instead of enjoying the moment with their partner. It is a recipe for stress! That method is also undermining and disempowering - you need to come back to the teacher to fix all the supposed problems you think you have. 

And yet, if you asked twenty partners you enjoy dancing with what you needed to improve upon in your dance in my experience they say "nothing" or say different, probably contradictory things. If you are bent on that sort of focused "improvement" that is a far more realistic, reliable and useful way - if unnecessary imo. 

It is rare that I find “problems” that won’t be fixed in guys by dancing the other role and in girls by dancing with nice guy dancers. Far more long-standing and pernicious problems are created by learning figures and sequences of joined up figures, and, for guys, by giving the move or sequence (which comes from the teacher) priority over the partner - what they do and how they feel and respond. I think self-consciousness ruins this dance and classes - and other things - cause self-consciousness. But in dance we can lose self-consciousness and be natural, be ourselves with all the individual variety that suggests. Who wants the homogeneity imposed by figures? I reject the idea that says it is wrong to learn to dance in the practica or the milonga. Why is it wrong? I believe the best and fastest way and the way closest to real life is learning by doing. The milonga is fun, cheap, democratic and you have freedom of choice of the music to dance and the partner to dance it with. But I think the only way is to learn in the girl’s role first where it is about not thinking. 



- Can you show me how to do those turns we just did!
- Turns? I’ve no idea! I don’t plan movement. I don’t think about or remember it. We just do what...happens. :)

Sunday, 13 December 2015

Set list by Michael Freedman - Glasgow "Crypt" milonga 12 December 2015


The "Crypt" milonga



Michael DJd for the monthly Crypt milonga in Glasgow and kindly agreed to share his set list here.

I really enjoyed it.

I did not dance these Hugo Diaz tracks which I do not hear often but I enjoyed listening to them. I prefer milonga to the Rodriguez foxtrots but they were danced.

 I was sitting by Michael as he was deciding what to play for the last two tandas.  Michael defended his final tanda saying it was romantic and indeed nearly everyone danced it. He said he likes Di Sarli with Florio best.  Many people came up to Michael afterwards to thank him for the music. 

As I was leaving to catch my train Michael said an interesting thing:  that it is a conscious choice to play a traditional set. He said it is easy to be tempted to experiment. 

Fresedo-Ray
Cordobesita
Yo no se llorar
Siempre es carnaval
En la huella del dolor

D'Agostino- Vargas
Adiós arrabal
A quien le puede importar
Tres esquinas
Cafe Dominguez 

Caló vals
El vals soñador 
Jugando jugando
Bajo un cielo de estrellas 

Lomuto instrumentals 
Criolla linda 
Catamarca
La revoltosa
Sentimiento gaucho

D'Arienzo- Mauré
Humillación
Compadron
Ya lo ves
Dime mi amor

Canaro-Fama milongas
Milonga sentimental
Milonga del 900
Yo me llamo Juan te quiero

Donato-Lagos
El adiós
A oscuras
Mis pesares
Alas rotas

Pugliese instrumentals 
Recuerdo
La yumba
Raza criolla
Patatero

De Angelis vals
Soñar y nada mas
A Magaldi
Pobre flor

Di Sarli - Podestá 
Nido gaucho 
No està
Sombras del puerto
Al compás del corazón 

Hugo Diaz instrumentals 
El adiós 
Patatero sentimental 
Cafetin de Buenos Aires
Milonga para una armonica

Rodriguez foxtrots
Noches de Hungría
Por las calles de Estambul 
Cantar gitano

Laurenz - Juan Carlos Casas
Vieja amiga
No me extraña 
Desconsuelo
Amurado

Biagi-Falgas vals 
Dichas que viví
Déjame amarte aunque sea un día
El último adiós

Di Sarli - Ledesma
Novia provinciana
Organito de la tarde (instrum)
Fumando espero
De qué podemos hablar.

Wednesday, 9 December 2015

The Tango Train idea and the "Brighton Milonguero Cuatro"



Photo by Kirsty Bennett


I am always looking for milongas with great music, good conditions for dancing, good dancing, and warm hosts who set the tone. It is not as easy to find as you might think. There are two places for me just now that are closest to this: TangoWest in Bristol (418 miles from me) and Thames Valley Tango in Eton (444 miles). They are on opposite sides of the country so combining the two (even if the dates of their milongas were to match) is not ideal or easy.

However, the Brighton Milonguero Cuatro, just after Christmas on 26th and 27th December is a social dance weekend with two of the UK’s DJs I most like to hear: Kirsty Bennett (also the host) and Chris Jordan playing just the kind of music I most enjoy.  You can see the kind of music Chris plays here (click on the » to see the detail of the set lists) because like  Johan, Victor, Clive and Geoff, he also shares the music he plays.  Kirsty has a  sample set here.

At Brighton there will be two different venues, no shows, no workshops and no pre-booking required (though there is an “Early Bird” offer still available for a few days).  I went last year and found it relaxing with great music.

Some 90 minutes drive to the north west near Windsor, west of London the Etonathon (27-30 December) is run by Thames Valley Tango at whose special events Kirsty often DJs. Host and resident DJ Charles also plays lovely sets that I have heard several times.  The Eastonathon (at Easter) and Septonathon hosted by Charles and Sarah (with great cakes!) feature various DJs over a few days. Again, there are no workshops, no shows and no pre-booking is required.

In that the Brighton Milonguero Cuatro uses two venues and is close in time to another event  it reminds me of the Blackpool tango weekend which tied different events in different venues together, although there the similarities end. I went in its first year in 2014,  Logistically it worked quite well. Many visitors went to a milonga in Manchester about an hour away on the Friday night (but a car was necessary). Easier still, the day after the Blackpool dance there was a very relaxing tram ride along the coast for about an hour to Fleetwood and a milonga in a hall by the sea. I have discovered I prefer local milongas to big events and smaller rooms over very large ones so the highlight of my weekend besides seeing the inside of the Tower ballroom itself was that tram ride and the conversations with my friend Jackie.

The TangoTrain event in Amsterdam and the London Tango long weekend similarly offer easy logistics for a lot of dancing. I have not been to either but again it is the concept I think interesting: the latter offers a pass into various local milongas over a long weekend. Tango Train lets you know the capacity for each venue, (approx 200 dancers) but doesn't mention pre-booking. The Facebook link gives you an idea of how many dancers are interested in going though in my experience numbers on Facebook (like much else to do with that tool) rarely tally with reality. I imagine the organisers hope that with 20 or so milongas, visitors will find plenty to go to - and be able to get in.

This idea of lots to go to reminds me of a comment by a friend recently returned from Buenos Aires. He said that it was more relaxed there. There wasn't the pressure there is here where sometimes you feel you have to dance because it's the best event around for miles and it is only once a month and perhaps you missed last month's. In Buenos Aires if you spent one night mostly chatting, as he said many do, it didn't matter because there were so many milongas on every night.

I like word of mouth recommendation, low pressure, relaxing events because that is also the kind of dancing I like. I prefer to avoid hype, cult, heavy marketing, drama and shows. The relaxing feeling comes from the music but isn't guaranteed by it. It's to do with the host, the tone and most of all by the kind of people attracted by that music, host and tone. Look again at the page for the Etonathon.  There are no couples in a Vincent and Flavia type tango pose because this sort of social dance event is nothing like that.  There is a useful picture of the attractive venue. The home page of TangoWest is the same, just pictures, photos and video of reality - their very pleasant venue. These small details say much.

How enlightened it would be if more open-minded DJs and organisers got together to host a weekend of just social dancing in different venues nearby. It would pull dancers from elsewhere for whom travel for a single milonga might not be worthwhile. As with Chris and Kirsty, because like does attract like the chances of DJs and hosts with similar ideas about music and good conditions for social dancing getting together is increased.

That is all undermined though if for example - as happened recently in Europe - a DJ "name" is used to try to pull in extra people for a milonga weekend, even though it sold out easily and even when the famous DJ does things like: plays a bad selection so loudly dancers quit, or varies the number of tracks in tandas of the same type or even more bizarrely - delays the start of the dance music for 30 minutes because “not enough women have arrived…”.

Kirsty said there is now a calendar of events for tango in Brighton. How useful that is for out of town visitors. But not all organisers can put aside their rivalries for mutual benefit. It makes sense to work together. Co-operation in organising a social dance weekend spreads the risk and the work and increases the likelihood of people coming from elsewhere. Towns or cities tend to be easy to get to and get around. Imagine a town the size of say Cambridge or a city like Bristol. Cambridge is in fact one of the places I have not yet danced because festivals I find heavy on drama, the corresponding egos and the kind of dancers attracted by workshop-style dancing.  On the other hand, I do not want to go only for one milonga.  Yet I have danced with many nice dancers from Cambridge in other places. So imagine if Cambridge or Bristol held a Tango Train style social dance weekend. Different organisers from the local area might each hold a milonga on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Imagine further the music was great and conditions for dancing suitable.  I am happy with one milonga a day of four to six hours. It gives me time to explore a local town or city or see friends; too many milongas in a short time and I find it's just too much. becomes a surfeit and draining.

Variety too is good - in venue, provided getting between them is easy - in the way things are done, in hosts.  That is why I like the Tango Train idea, if it based around the idea of a local milonga, open to all. Christopher Burney in his searing account of solitary confinement in the book of the same name, writes "I soon learned that variety is not the spice, but the very stuff of life." But variety can be inconvenient if you have to travel far and try to hop about from city to city or city to village hall to get enough of it to make a weekend trip worthwhile. So local variety where the DJs and hosts are like-minded is great and brings people in who don't have it, increasing the variety still further.

Tuesday, 8 December 2015

Two set lists from the Midlands

Two DJs from the Midlands well-known for sharing their set lists have kindly agreed I can show them here too. It is a wonderful thing when DJs share the list of music they played at milongas. It is the only way really. It shows generosity of spirit, confidence and a lack of concern in trying to protect or hoard ideas, which is never a good plan and in some way never really works out long-term. 

"Sharing ideas and ressources about Tango-DJing" can sometimes be not genuine sharing, but a commercial tag-line:  you pay for the musical and DJ knowledge in workshops in the same way that you sign up for dance classes. The number of these DJ workshops being offered by various maestros has risen but of those I have spoken to who have attended these sorts of things few have found them very useful, finding informal mentoring or just trial, error and experience more useful.

Being defensive and secretive about sets is in any case ludicrous because this music and the way it has been commonly combined for decades is far from a secret.  If you know what the track is by listening, the chances are you are not going to need any help to make tandas.  And if you don't, tools like Shazam make finding the name of a track you hear in the milonga easy. No doubt some version of these tools - if one doesn't already exist - will soon be able to be set on "long play" to record track after track making whole sets available to all. Tango DJs who don't share had better prepare for that scrutiny but those who already do will swim easily in the new waters. 

Besides, DJs who share let interested dancers who are not local know the kind of music they play, meaning those who enjoy the same kind of music can more easily decide whether to travel to find each other for dancing that music! 

Geoff and Clive's sets have some lovely traditional tango tandas and tracks. 

In Geoff's set has I would really enjoy dancing the tango tandas by D'Arienzo (first tanda), Caló, Lomuto, Tanturi, both Rodriguez tandas, first De Angelis tanda, Biagi, second Canaro tanda and I liked the tracks in the last Troilo tanda.

For me, it is less about the combination of the tracks but first and foremost are there three or four tracks together that I really want to dance - not just move to - but dance?   Give me the tracks first and the subtleties afterwards.   When there are more DJs playing great track after great track then let's talk about a set that's balanced between rhythmic and softer tracks, or how the tanda opens, develops, closes or how a DJ acts responsibly when it's a Saturday night at a popular venue and the floor is heaving and they don't drive the tempo up and up.  Well known DJs do this which they call things like "energizing" the dance floor, as though they were musical wizards, but for me it's more like smoke and mirrors.  It just creates miserable floor conditions and a stressed out ronda with dancers mimicking that irresponsibility, which is how you sometimes find the DJ will also dance.  These things are all linked.

I would've also enjoyed the first Di Sarli and the Fresedo (after the opening tracks) but contrarily it was the opener, El Entrerriano in the second De Angelis tanda that I liked best of that tanda. I thought La Viruta and Independiente Club by Gobbi were great and I liked the Pugliese too except Tierra Querida which I feel outstays any welcome it might have.  But then I am not a fan of the other nostalgic, patriotic songs Patria Mia by Laurenz and Adios Pampa mia in the Troilo version, nor the Canaro.  I would tolerate the Biagi better if there weren't already so many better tracks from which to choose. The Troilo and De Angelis vals from Geoff's set are famously popular. Many do like the Quinteto Pirincho milongas but they're not my own favourite for dancing. The QP vals are sweet and inoffensive but I like my Argentine vals more...Argentine, whatever that means or at least, less European than say Maria Esther. And generally I prefer anyway, faster tracks for vals. I think the QP vals have their place, like the QP milongas, I'm sure, just not too often for me.  To finish the set my guess is that Geoff's La Cumparsita was Troilo's classic 1943 version.

In Clive's set the Donato vals, Mendocina reminds me of something Ricardo Vidort said, talking about his childhood, when tango was on the radio and people would whistle or sing it everywhere. He said they used to call De Angelis the orchestra of the calesitas, but this Donato track also reminds me of the merry-go-round, most of all in the last thirty seconds. 

I really like the Biagi instrumentals, the D'Agostino, the Troilo vals. The Troilo instrumentals and the D'Arienzo-Echagüe are fantastic for me. The Caló tangos were nice and the Laurenz just lovely. I quite like the Tanturi, though I prefer the instrumentals and I prefer the singer Castillo to most Campos. I like the Di Sarli 1955 La Cumparsita

It is great when more and more traditional tango music spreads across the country.  It means that, especially when there are social dance weekends, there are more milongas to travel to and more dancers who enjoy dancing that music, to meet.

Sunday, 22 November 2015

Marsyas



We have no ban on reading at the table in our house - if the reading is shared.  How can good food and good stories be bad together?  Besides, I find a combination of a good story and posh oil and vinegars means my children will eat platefuls of salad without complaint.

During the summer I read Sally Pomme Clayton and Jane Ray's lovely book Greek Myths: Stories of Sun, Stone, and Sea to them while they finished their tea. The reference to applause in that story reminded me of applause in the milonga.



There are different versions of the story of the musical competition between the god Apollo and the satyr Marsyas.  Even the victory is not always clear - in some versions Apollo wins, in some Marsyas (briefly, at least), but in most of them (though not in Greek Myths),  Marsyas dies in agony, victim of the jealous, vengeful god.

Over time, Marsyas has been represented in different ways because through the challenge or threat to power, and in the way he meets his end, Marsyas is a political figure.  In some versions it is Marsyas who, with hubris, challenges Apollo.  In that light by challenging a god Marsyas becomes a contributor to his own end.  In a contrasting version it is Apollo or someone else who sets up the competition.  Now Marsyas appears more an unwitting pawn or perhaps a knowing catalyst in a story that reveals Apollo's own weaknesses, leading him to torture and murder.

In one version of the Marsyas story, the competition appears to be going in Marsyas' favour until Apollo sings to accompany his lyre whereupon Marsyas complains that the addition of the voice is unfair. Apollo counters that using his voice is no different to Marsyas using his breath to animate his flute and if the one should be disallowed then so should the other, whereupon Apollo is declared victor. 

In some versions Apollo flays Marsyas for quarrelling.  In other versions where the complaint is omitted, he is flayed because his better musicianship humiliates Apollo.  Whichever version you prefer, although Marsyas dies, if legacy counts, it is Apollo who comes off worst, as is often the case with an abuse of power.  The flaying of Marsyas, victim of Apollo's pique or jealous fury might make for great art (Titian) or rather gruesome poetry (Robin Robertson) but I prefer the ending in Greek Myths where in victory Marsyas is well-loved and inspires others.  It is more subtle too because Apollo's presumption of victory in that story already shows his flaws.  The flaying in the other versions only compounds them.

I am reminded of a recent conversation with a friend who made the point that the renegade is always killed in the end - and not only metaphorically.  Christ most famously, Galileo managed to pull off his survival, but Giordano Bruno didn't.  Gandhi stood up to the British although his assassination was by a Hindu nationalist.  Perhaps most famously, Socrates, stinging gadfly who provoked thought in others was another who met a hastened end for speaking truth to power.  It is no mere coincidence for me that the same man is also  remembered for:  "But I was never any one's teacher." (Apology, 33a).

In any mythological-type story, characters are archetypes, examples of types of people and as such are a way of seeing what might happen when these types interact under certain circumstances.  Our interpretations of those interactions reveal truths about ourselves and others.  It is not just about what happens overtly (in this case Apollo wins and Marsyas dies) but the longer legacy of that outcome because ideas persist for centuries.  In this case, the idea might be those with power can be weak, fallible and cruel and the legacy of their actions can dog them - or any alternative reading you might care for.

In the real world Marsyas had an interesting afterlife . There was a statue of him in the Roman Forum, the area of public life - commerce, politics, law, religious worship, triumphal processions and gladiatorial sport. His statue was often found in the fora of other ancient cities. Some think it was a warning against arrogant presumption and pride.  If you were wealthy and powerful with a position in business,  law or administration  you might set up a statue of Marsyas warning against hubris and the challenge to authority.  You might even erect it to say, no matter what the circumstances, don't presume to win against authority, though it's hard to think of a better demonstration of hubris.

And yet, Marsyas was garlanded. "I warn you to know your place - but am garlanded." Does that not seem frivolous? Not only was the statue sometimes crowned with flowers it may have been sacred because a thief of that chaplet was once imprisoned. Courtesans gathered around the statue.   Marsyas was in legend, a satyr, follower of Pan, god of the wild, of rustic music and the companion of nymphs. Pan himself was a son of Hermes, god of transition, of boundaries, of traveller.  Or, he was a son of Dionysus (Bacchus for the Romans), god of wine, fertility, the theatre, ritual madness and religious ecstasy - all ways, one might say to pleasure but also to insight, of seeing further, or at least, differently. Marsyas has the air of the rebel about him and we need rebels not least to show the flaws in the established order. Is Marsyas a martyr, a rallying point, symbol of resistance, a symbol of truth against vested power and interest?  But perhaps if you were an ordinary Roman you couldn't risk voicing that thought. Maybe a ring of flowers was a symbol of allegiance and as far as you could go.

The view of Marsyas is rather like the polarised views there are through history.  Many years ago I talked with a kind Irishman about "rebels".  "The patriots", you mean he said, smiling.  William Wallace is another - rebel and renegade or patriot and freedom fighter depending on where you stood, where you still stand. Marsyas seems to stand between power and plebeian. Maybe he represents the idea that a challenge to authority can go either way.  He reminds me of Janus, god not just of endings and beginnings, past and future but also of peace and of war.   

The different ways Marsyas is represented or that his story is appropriated says so much about the teller.  A work of art, a concept, a story that allows a variety of interpretation is one that fulfils one of the roles of art in life: to allow us to reflect on the kind of beings we are. The way we tell about something can say more than any actual facts.  The story of Marsyas for me is a story of perspective, sister of empathy, both conduits for the kinds of truths we learn through the experience of others.  Film, drama, fiction, stories, poems are facets of the same magic that allows us to swap our own perspective so that we may see through the eyes of another and learn from that experience.

The same happens when you dance in the embrace.  You understand how your partner feels the music and wordlessly, you have, through the physical, the more-than-physical sense of who they are.

Tuesday, 20 October 2015

The Blind Men and the Elephant

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Text of the poem.



November, 2014:

A: When, in the practimilonguero videos the older people say tango is a feeling, a passion, they don't only mean the music, do they...?

B: They don't. There's nothing "only" about this music :)



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In July 2012  I went to my first tango social dance in Edinburgh.  It was a one-off event for beginners in the port of Leith, an area of the city by the docks.  I had been going to classes in another town for about a month.  The subject of "tango" came up in conversation with a new acquaintance, evidently an experienced dancer.  I don't remember how the conversation started but we were talking about it as I suppose a bundle of associations.  It would be at least another two years before I realised that tango is not a verb, perhaps not even a well-defined notion, it is accurately a kind of music to which we dance.   According to him "tango" could become a kind of obsession, an addiction, that people could take things too far, could get too wrapped up in it. Tango could come to mean more to them than what it is.  They could, if not careful, develop a tendency to forget that it is just a dance.  It wasn't a warning exactly, more an observation.

 Perhaps a year later I mentioned to an experienced teacher how "tango" - I suppose I meant the  self-contained space of the milonga - was a refuge from daily life.  "For some", he said, amused while I squirmed.  Tango is different for everyone.

Over three years on that music and dance, the life of the milonga - where I hear and dance tango - is for me a filter on life.  The milonga is a microcosm for, not the world, not society but specifically for how people interact with one another.  So it is true for me now that life and what happens in the milongas overlap. You hear it said that for some "tango" is a way of life, or that it is a journey in life as much as in dance or that the milonguero lifestyle is one where people spend a lot of time in the milongas.  It is not just any of those things for me.  The milongas are a way of seeing, of understanding things about life.

I see now that "tango" is different things for different people:  a kind of music, a kind of dance, an image, a fantasy; it's a hobby, a dance class, a marker in the week, a way to spend time with a partner,  a way of meeting others.  For some it is a way of meeting singles; for the predatory it is a hunting ground, a way of getting their hands salaciously on the young, the vulnerable and the unwary. It can become a means of asserting power, a form of social competition, an aspiration, a means of ambition, something to work on, something serious, "something difficult and rewarding...a valid, satisfying and worthy goal... an adequate justification for persistent effort" (here), a career; a show, a passion, a contest.  Tango for some is an exploration, an adventure, an enhancement to travel, an international community, a shared language, a way of belonging.  It can mean a social occasion, a time to meet friends, or a way of being anonymous; an opportunity to meet strangers, a way of connection.  It can be relaxing, focusing, a meditation, a means of mindfulness, a time of reflection on the past or the future, a time to be wholly in the presentan elusiveness, a mystery, release, an oblivion, a pleasure, an ache, a drug, another world.  It is a feeling, an intuition, a recognition, a pull, a "something" that makes you want to dance.   

It is a question of perspective. 


Tuesday, 15 September 2015

The Scotch Hop

Linlithgow palace


Dancing tango is not I think, best learned in class.  Neither is Scottish country dancing, or at least the simpler forms of it that you usually find at ceilidhs - the simpler, party version of scottish country dancing.  Tango and ceilidh dancing are very different - one is wholly improvised, the other strictly a dance of patterns or set sequences.  You might think the way you learn both would be completely different, but I don't think so.

I took my sons to the first and last dances of the wonderful "Scotch hop" which takes place usually in the courtyard of Linlithgow Palace five times in July and August.   Video.  Would that there were more of these in other Historic Scotland or National Trust for Scotland properties.  There we met up with friends, and saw some of the local tango dancers out to ceilidh for the night.




My children and I have been going to the Scotch Hop for about four years, since my younger son was a toddler.  It is one of the highlights of our summer.  In the past they have gone happily, less for the dancing I think and more for the atmosphere of music, dance and excitement.  There is the promise of a ruined palace with dizzingly tall towers to explore up dark spiral staircases with juice and shortbread at half time.  Afternoon picnics, ice cream and adventure playground are the inevitable afternoon precursors to those long, light evenings.  In the picture below my younger son begins a happy association between sweet things and dance at the Scotch Hop.


Half time at the Scotch Hop, 2012

That association has continued on occasional trips to the much-loved Dalmeny Tango Tea Dances just north of Edinburgh with warm hosts Willie and Louise where the food is magnificent and sometimes there are even little girls to run around with outside, who may even dance (in the middle of the ronda).

Dalmeny, January 2015

It has often struck me as I ferry my children to activities in the modern manner how segregated by age these activities are. It is true of everything from tennis to art. I would rather they played football, informally, as yesterday, with a crowd of boys aged six to adult, speaking an unknown language  in the park in front of our house than they attend planned, structured and segregated activities which teaches them if anything that the kind of easy social interaction they had on the field is unusual.  

In Kaduna, Nigeria  during the late seventies my parents had an active social life at parties held in the houses of other, mostly military personnel who were there at the invitation of the Nigerian government.  Very occasionally we went as a family not to the smart Polo club but to the more imaginatively named Crocodile Club.  The crocodile is the symbol of the city.  It was a social club attended by ex-pats from all over the world most of whom were probably there because of the country's sudden oil wealth.  The adults went to drink and chat.  My father said there was a light lunch ("small chop").  I don't remember a garden as such.  More a kind of compound with plants suitably large for hide and seek, and below our feet the dusty, packed red earth.  For us children there was a sudden thrill in being outside in a new place, with other children we didn't usually see, the sense of adventure and freedom and yet with the knowledge, reachable, that our parents were around somewhere.  

Mine was perhaps the last generation of at least British children to have the freedom to roam and explore.  There were snakes and scorpions and terrifyingly large orange and black spiders with yellow webs, storm ditches with god knows what inside, mounds of rubbish with goats atop, afternoon downpours and low lightning, narrow paths through fields of tall sugar cane, mango trees that were great to climb but caused a rash, each bump, housing, we told each other with quiet horror, a little wriggling worm.  We explored it all on bikes and in small gangs and alone. 

The Scotch Hop is also wonderfully multi-generational in the way of the way of the Crocodile Club though given the palace's tall towers, open windows and the age in which we live when parents - me, I'm afraid included - are inexplicably so much less relaxed than our parents were, the children tend to have significantly less freedom to explore alone.

With granny, (left) 2012

This year was the first that my eight year old, Orry, wanted to dance all the dances with his friend Milly.  Neither of them really knew any of the dances; perhaps they had a dim recollection of the Gay Gordons from school or previous ceilidhs. The dances are "called": you walk through the simple routine once or twice before the music starts, but at age eight, I'm not sure how much that helps.  Before the dances the uncertainty, fear and resolve were written all over his face.  But provided they were in a set (group) with experienced people to help, or he could identify an experienced couple to copy, they were fine and went back time and again.  Ceilidhs are just about taking part and trying things out.  Even six year old Henry and little Charlotte wanted to try out two couple dances on their own.

She loved her first experience at the beginning of the summer - so much so that she wanted to make the last hop the focus of her fifth birthday which was on the same day.  Her mother and I, near them in a long line of dancers with partners our own height wondered how they were going to manage Orcadian Strip the Willow where you alternate between birling your partner and endless numbers of other men, women, boys and girls at speed for an exhilarating, dizzying, exhaustingly long time.  But seeing the two of them clap and stamp to the rhythm and jump up and down with sheer excitement and pleasure was one of my great memories of this summer.   Willing hands (and the superb volunteers) helped them down the line of dozens of couples. There is something wonderful about children participating, learning from others within the group especially when the learning is the by-product of the overall experience which is of music, dance, anticipation and laughter.

Thanks to Alix and Michal for permission to publish these photos and to Sue Anderson of The Scotch Hop for permission to use the photo of Linlithgow Palace.

Thursday, 10 September 2015

Victor's set, Counting House, Edinburgh

This is a set I heard on Tuesday which DJ Victor Hernandez-Urbina has allowed me to share.  He has been DJing since earlier this year.  In Scotland I dance in various milongas within 90 minutes of my home town and this is the best set I've heard locally for a long time, together with one by DJ Iain Dickinson at the last Milonga in the Crypt in Glasgow.  Iain too started DJing only within the last year.

I arrived at the end of the OTV and am only sorry the set did not start as it continued after the first two tandas.  I danced most of Victor's set from the Fresedo onwards. In fact I had initially planned to go on to the book group that was starting to replace, for me, going to the Scottish milongas because it has been so difficult to find good music for dancing.  But Victor's tandas and men and women I wanted to dance that music with kept me at the Counting House.  I left at the Hugo Diaz which is popular but I can't remember the last time I wanted to dance it.

I really appreciated hearing a wholly good tanda by D'Agostino, an orchestra that l seem to particularly mind hearing messed up perhaps because it is such very relaxing music. I skipped the first candombe Felicita, mostly because I didn't know it but might dance it next time. I would have liked some De Angelis tango for balance but his De Angelis vals were lovely.

I struggled with the Troilo mix. The tanda has two wholly different singers Fiorentino and Marino with the, again, very different instrumental Milongueando en el 40.  I made a mistake inviting my partner to Uno, which isn't really my thing and found Por las calles de la vida difficult because it does not make me want to dance. I apologised to her for choosing the music to dance to badly.  From the DJ box, which is behind the speakers, Victor watched the floor and brought down the volume in the Troilo when it became painfully loud.

I didn't know the Pugliese tracks Adios Nonino (composed by Piazzolla) and Ojos Negros well enough to dance them happily, even as the girl and wished I hadn't danced them on this occasion.  I find them anyway more like music for performance.

Most of all, I would have liked more strong, rhythmic tangos - particularly D'Arienzo, Biagi, rhythmic Tanturi and other Troilo for balance against the lovely, softer tandas.  In Di Sarli, personally I prefer it with more rhythm than drama or alternatively a few of the sweet and lovely early tracks from the sexteto but the kind of Di Sarli that Victor played is also popular.  

I also find "firm" tangos within Lomuto, other Laurenz, Rodriguez and Canaro - though for me they have a different strength to the other group. That firmness is even there in some of the sweet, strong OTV tracks which analogy with coffee reminds me of their track Mi taza de café though that tango is more soft than strong for me. In fact Victor's Canaro tanda did have some of that gentler firmness though Canaro in the 40s is not personally my favourite.

I really look forward to hearing Victor's DJ again.



Name
Artist
Genre
  -- Dance Of The Knights
Jedna, jedyna
Mieczyslaw Fogg
Tango
Ta ostatnia niedziela
Mieczyslaw Fogg
Tango
Milosz pali jak slonce
Stefan Witas
Tango
Za rok
Stefan Witas
Tango
  -- St. James Infirmary
Quasimodo
Jose Lucchesi
Tango
Tango Marina
Jose Lucchesi
Tango
Pebeta De Arrabal
Jose Lucchesi
Tango
Champagne Bubbles
Jose Lucchesi
Tango
  -- Cherry Pink and Apple Blossom White
Valsecito criollo
D'Arienzo, Juan
Vals
Vision celeste
D'Arienzo, Juan
Vals
En tu corazón
D'Arienzo, Juan
Vals
Valsecito De Antes
D'Arienzo, Juan
Vals
  -- Il Trovatore
Pancho's bar (1928)
Orquesta Típica Víctor
Tango
Cardos
Orquesta Típica Víctor
Tango
Niño bien
Orquesta Típica Víctor
Tango
Che, papusa, oí
Orquesta Típica Víctor
Tango
  -- Z
Isla de Capri
Fresedo-Ray
Tango
Siempre Es Carnaval
Osvaldo Fresedo - Roberto Ray
Tango
Cordobesita
Fresedo-Ray
Tango
Tigre Viejo
Osvaldo Fresedo
Tango
  -- Dance Of The Knights
Se dice de mí
Quinteto Pirincho
Milonga
La cara de la luna
Quinteto Pirincho
Milonga
Arrabalera
Quinteto Pirincho
Milonga
  -- St. James Infirmary
Din... Don...!
Lucio Demare
Tango
Solamente Ella
Lucio Demare
Tango
Igual que un bandoneón
Lucio Demare
Tango
Mañana zarpa un barco
Lucio Demare
Tango
  -- Cherry Pink and Apple Blossom White
Tarareando
Miguel Caló
Tango
Lejos de Buenos Aires
Miguel Caló
Tango
En Tus Ojos de Cielo
Miguel Caló
Tango
Qué te importa que te llore
Miguel Caló
Tango
  -- Il Trovatore
Amor Y Vals
Rodolfo Biagi con Aberto Lago
Vals
Paloma
Rodolfo Biagi Con Alberto Amor
Vals
Dejame Amarte Aunque Sea Un Dia
Rodolfo Biagi canta Andrés Falgás
Vals
Lagrimas Y Sonrisas
Rodolfo Biagi
Vals
  -- Z
Shusheta / El aristócrata
A. D'Agostino - A. Vargas
Tango
Caricias
A. D'Agostino - A. Vargas
Tango
Sólo compasión
A. D'Agostino - A. Vargas
Tango
Café Domínguez
A. D'Agostino - A. Vargas
Tango
  -- Dance Of The Knights
Sinsabor
Edgardo Donato Y Sus Muchachos
Tango
El Distinguido Ciudadano
Edgardo Donato Y Sus Muchachos
Tango
Te Busco
Edgardo Donato Y Sus Muchachos
Tango
La melodía del corazón
Edgardo Donato Y Sus Muchachos
Tango
  -- St. James Infirmary
Felicita
Jose Garcia Y Sus Zorros Grises
Milonga
Carnavalito
Lucio Demare & Raul Beron
Milonga
Azabache
Miguel Caló
Milonga
  -- Cherry Pink and Apple Blossom White
Uno
Aníbal Troilo
Tango
Percal
Aníbal Troilo
Tango
Por Las Calles De La Vida
Aníbal Troilo
Tango
Milongueando en el 40
Aníbal Troilo
Tango
  -- Il Trovatore
Verdemar (2nd Version)
Carlos Di Sarli
Tango
Nido Gaucho (2a Version)
Carlos Di Sarli
Tango
Fumando Espero
Carlos Di Sarli
Tango
Nueve Puntos (2nd Version)
Carlos Di Sarli
Tango
  -- Z
Flores Del Alma
Alfredo De Angelis Con Carlos Dante & Julio Martel
Vals
No Vuelvas Maria
Alfredo De Angelis Con Carlos Dante & Julio Martel
Vals
Pobre Flor (Primera Ilusion)
Alfredo De Angelis Con Carlos Dante & Julio Martel
Vals
Soñar y nada más
Alfredo De Angelis Con Carlos Dante & Julio Martel
Vals
  -- Dance Of The Knights
Tango Brujo
Canaro, Francisco
Tango
Mas Solo Que Nunca
Canaro, Francisco
Tango
Esta Noche de Luna
Canaro, Francisco
Tango
Cristal
Canaro, Francisco
Tango
  -- St. James Infirmary
Todo
Pedro Laurenz Canta Alberto Podestá
Tango
Que Nunca Me Falte
Pedro Laurenz Canta Alberto Podestá
Tango
Recién
Pedro Laurenz Canta Alberto Podestá
Tango
Garúa
Pedro Laurenz Canta Alberto Podestá
Tango
  -- Cherry Pink and Apple Blossom White
No hay tierra como la mía
Francisco Lomuto
Milonga
Parque Patricios
Francisco Lomuto
Milonga
Serenata
Francisco Lomuto
Milonga
  -- Il Trovatore
La Yumba
Pugliese, Osvaldo
Tango
Chiche
Osvaldo Pugliese
Tango
Adios Nonino
Pugliese, Osvaldo
Tango
Ojos Negros
Pugliese, Osvaldo
Tango
  -- Z
Malena
Hugo Diaz
Tango
Por una cabeza
Hugo Diaz
Tango
Milonga para una armonica
Hugo Diaz
Tango
  -- Dance Of The Knights
Cristal
Bajofondo Tango Club
Electrotango