Five months ago, returning from BsAs, I wrote about my determination to keep the Argentine spirit alive in my own tango – and so far, I feel like I’m succeeding.
I’ve reluctantly conceded that one key ingredient here is dancing a lot more outside of the sub-culture that is London tango. Reluctantly, because I’d love to dance a lot in my own city, and I do see London milongas doing their best to bring the Argentine spirit to London …
Continue reading A three-hour round-trip journey to dance in Cambridge, and worth every minute
No offence to Devon; it’s a pretty part of the world. But given that I could travel to many European cities in the same time and for the same money, I wouldn’t be heading there without a very good reason. The Feast tango festival was that very good reason.
I first attended The Feast in December, and fell head-over-heels in love with it …
Continue reading If I go all the way to Devon, you can bet there’s a good reason for it!
Felipe Martinez recently talked about the difference between danceable music and music which moves you, literally and figuratively. I think that’s a good way of describing what is, to me, the difference between rhythmic and lyrical tango.
I’d expected the work I was doing on double-time to increase my enjoyment of rhythmic music. It has, but to my surprise, that wasn’t the biggest benefit …
Continue reading The only leader is the music: A joyful Feast
In a city in which anything can happen, and frequently does, this afternoon still stood out! This was followed by a curfew-busting visit to Salon Canning.
It was the second time this trip that I got to hear my favourite orchestra play, but the first time I could actually dance to it …
Continue reading Ending an amazing day dancing to Romantica Milonguera playing live in Salon Canning
Friday and Saturday nights are my curfew-free days, when I don’t have to work the next day. Friday had proven a washout, as my afternoon nap lasted until 11pm, and failed entirely to make a 1am visit to La Discépolo – but tonight I danced until 3am.
This was a return visit to a milonga I really enjoyed – and again with a live orchestra, this time La Juan D’Arienzo, who I’d really loved at La Viruta …
Continue reading Sans Souci with La Juan D’Arienzo (eventually!)
I’d intended to start the dance day with another visit to El Abrazo, but in the end tiredness won out, so I spent the afternoon relaxing and napping.
That left De Querusa, a milonga Steph had loved before and Diego said would also be suitable for the rest of us …
Continue reading De Querusa, and a friend I apparently hadn’t met
Private and video interview complete, it was playtime! I’d had a great time at Sueño Porteño last time, and was looking forward to a return visit. Steph was skeptical about the milonga demographic, claiming it was too old for her, and became even grumpier when she saw we’d been given a table behind the front row, but fortunately changed her mind after experiencing the milonga.
There was a small administrative matter to take care of, and this didn’t prove easy …
Continue reading Sueño Porteño delighting me and surprising Steph – before a brief visit to La del Centro in Marabu
I’m now halfway through the three-week period in which I have to work as well as play, and I’ve more-or-less settled into a pattern:
Continue reading Halfway through the short-term immigration experiment, and two milongas
- Wake at 6.30am, make coffee, make tea, set up my office
- Work from 7am to noon
- Relax in the apartment
- Nap for a couple of hours mid-afternoon
- Do one or two afternoon/early evening* milongas from 6-7pm to 11pm
- Aim to be in bed before midnight
In my quest for afternoon milongas which run some way into the evening, I seem to be sampling every milonga El Beso has to offer! Today it was Tango Camargo, which was very much like El Abrazo: older crowd, relaxed, friendly, simple dance.
Antonio wanted to ease himself in gently with a group class and practica, but as this was also at El Beso, I persuaded him to come with me to at least watch and soak up the atmosphere …
Continue reading A dreamy Tango Camaro, and La Señorita Sin Orejas causing chaos
Today we were sad to bid farewell to Tina. I did so at 4am before going to bed; Steph accidentally did so at 7am, as we’d made the tactical error of failing to pass Tina‘s number to Laura’s dad, aka her taxi driver.
But we were very happy to welcome Maria and Antonio, who we hadn’t seen for a very long time! They arrived at around 9.45am, but were kind enough to go drink coffee around the corner until we’d crawled out of bed …
Continue reading The departure of La Tiñaorita, and arrival of Los Italianos