Tango is
Thursday, May 29th, 2008~~~~~~Two
~~~~~~Absolute
~~straNgers
walkinG
~~~~~tOgether
~~~~~~Two
~~~~~~Absolute
~~straNgers
walkinG
~~~~~tOgether
…Ireland is famed for its tango dancing!
Well according to the Serbian producers of Eurovision 2008, who decided to use tango for the introduction postcard for ireland, it is.
You can ignore everything after the first 50 seconds.
The complexity of tango lies not in the intricacy of its steps but in the depth of the human soul.
Inspired by, if somewhat tenuously, There’s Nobody to Dance With by Johanna and Who Do You Like to Dance With? by Tango Pilgrim.
An old bull and a young bull were standing on the crest of a hill gazing down on the herd of cows grazing on the slopes below them.
The young bull turn turned to the old bull and said, “Let’s run down there and mount the best of them”.
“No”, replied the old bull, “we will Walk down there and mount the lot of them.”
It is all too easy to rush out onto the floor, like a young bull, seeking nirvana in each dance. It takes an entirely different attitude to slowly proceed with patience, like an old bull, and take each dance as they find it or to know that tomorrow the dancers will still be there.
My Maestro di Arma taught with a mantra of “Form, Tempo, Intent”. For their attacks to be effective a fencer should have good form. For that attack to to pose a threat it must have intent and it must be executed at the right time, tempo. It is a mantra that I keep bumping into the essence of everywhere, nowhere more so than tango.
Let us start with a quote from E. Santos Discepolo lifted from Tangri-La
“Tango is not about what is done, but how it is done”.
The form of tango is easily identifiable, its posture, its moves, its mechanics, the cogs in the timepiece, the what. Tempo is, of course, the beat of the music, the tick of the clock. With those two components you will have something that looks like tango, will move like tango, but it won’t be tango.
For it to be tango there must be intent, there must be a desire to connect, to communicate, there must be music (for music is much more than just the beat). Intent is to beat and to mechanics what the concept of time is to a watch. Without the concept of time a watch is a mere trinket or bangle, with the concept of time we can be desperately lost in the absence of that mere trinket.
Saturday night was an annual event which once upon at time was my first full floor, lots of people dancing, tango experience. While I am not particularly worried about the milestones I pass I find them useful points to turn around and look back at the way I have come.
Way back then I was a green dancer. Now, while there are still a few patches of green, I am a hardened organiser*. What was unusual was that for once I wasn’t bothered about the social machinations, whether the playlist was any good (actually I ended up DJing the first hour to let the host go and get changed) or whether a wild bull had just been set loose upon the dance floor. For once in a long time I came away not wanting to play zero 7s - This fine social scene.
I pretty much danced with who I wanted to dance with and was fairly happy in accepting the requests that I did get. I had one or two extended tandas with an old tango-buddy anad we both agreed that it had been far too long since we last danced together. I finished it off with a very nice last tanda with someone who the last time we danced it was not at all pleasant due to a floor that was as tacky as hell and bad shoes, so the quality of this tanda was a pleasant surprise.
All in all it was a nice night because I wasn’t bothered.
(I think I shall place my quibbles about my own dancing in another post)
*I am inclined, at times, to watch the entire floor and what goes on around it as much as I am a single couple.
Published in Dublin in 1734 the translation of The Art of Fencing or The Use of the Small Sword by Monsieur L’Abbat contains a list of simple advice.
Exchange step for thrust, partner for enemy and dance for assault and all applies very well to tango.