An expat Californian building a new life via the tango in Buenos Aires since 2003, including information on learning the tango and where to dance it in Buenos Aires.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Everything's Beautiful at the Tango Club

On Fridays when I lived in Los Angeles, as I wrote in the previous Tangofoot, my friends knew that if I'm not out dancing, they should check the morgue. The year before I had a shot of cortisone directly into the ball of my foot at the podiatrist's on Friday afternoon. So painful. I had been suffering from "dancer's foot," the official diagnosis.

By the time I hobbled into my apartment with my left foot in thick fat bandages, the painkillers had kicked in, and actually I felt pretty good. The pain in my foot was gone for the first time in months. I went next door and borrowed some heels from my friend Marita whose shoe size was larger than mine, stuffed my bandaged foot into the left one and wore two socks on the right and I went to dance.

Nuevo Chiqué
Later that night at the milonga, I looked around and saw many familiar people, the same ones I see at all the clubs and dances in L.A. They all had smiles on their faces. Especially when they were dancing. Because I had known these folks for years, I was acquainted with their backstories: the private hurts, anguishes, jealousy, rejections, liaisons, gossip, and backstabbing.

You couldn't tell by looking. People were mixing and dancing and chatting and listening to the great band and tapping their feet and laughing. Me too, my cortisone shot and my funny-looking feet were forgotten as I burned the floor.

Maybe some of us have had bad moments with each other over a period of time--bad dance experiences, some not-so-great personal relationships with friends and the opposite sex, slights both real and imagined--but when we all come together under one high ceiling and the gorgeous umbrella of music, we are one. Like family. We are all worshiping at the same church.
Milonga de los Consagrados

We might kick each other around occasionally, both literally and figuratively, but when the music's hot and the dancing's smoking, we are all in love. At least for five minutes.

Monday, August 15, 2011

B.A. Tango Guide #208 Download Here!

B.A.tango 208 Digital

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Lucky 7 Posts

Lucky number 7, baby! Katie at Seashells and Sunflowers tagged tangocherie to participate in My 7 Links, a project organized by Tripbase. This post here fits in nicely because it is my Lucky 700th!

Katie writes: The chronological nature of a blog means that quality posts continually find themselves getting buried deeper and deeper in the archives with the passage of time. The idea behind My 7 Links is to dig up some of those posts at the bottom of the heap so that readers can discover "new" material or get reacquainted with old posts they'd forgotten about.

[1] My Most Beautiful Post
Una Tanda Mas

[2] My Most Popular Posts
The Circle of Tango, but Vettriano and His Secrets surprisingly comes in a close second. And any post about tango shoes is immediately popular. (The classic all-time favorite post is the page about Ruben y Cherie's Tango Lessons.)

[3] My Most Controversial Posts
Woo--ee, I opened a can of worms with this one: Passion, Love, Tango
After this post and my bits on TV's Bailando Por Un Sueno, and  Dancing for Marcelo, I am very careful not to use "those" words that people are Googling at 3 a.m. Call me crazy, but I don't want "those" people to come to my blog for the wrong reasons! (Why do I care, right?)

[4] My Most Helpful Post
Probably my most practical post was Tangofoot, but since I just republished that one, I'll pick another. Actually, looking back through so many posts I think all of the ones on the etiquette and codigos in Buenos Aires have been most helpful, judging by the comments. But I'll list this one as also useful:
Seasons of Tango.

[5] The Post Whose Success Most Surprised Me
What Happens in BsAs Doesn't Stay in BsAs

[6]  Posts I Feel Didn’t Get the Attention They Deserved
Mucho Macho
I Blog Therefore I Am

[7] The Post That You Are Most Proud Of
Hero Worship/False Idols

And here I'm going to add another category: the posts I had the most fun writing. And guess what? They are all about Ruben!
The Face of Pagliacci
El Negro y La Novia
Secrets of a Milonguero 
The Milonguero Way
Timing is Everything! Part I

Excuse me for indulging myself, but then you only have Katie to blame!! Gracias, linda, for giving me a reason to ponder and review so many years of blogging!

And now the part where people hate me for tagging them. I nominate the following bloggers to carry the torch, if they feel like it:


Tuesday, August 09, 2011

Now Why is That, Again?

Now is the beginning of the Tango Tourist Season, and foreigners have swooped into Buenos Aires for the World Championships (now there is even a special category for foreign dancers) and this week is the Milongueando Festival.

 We went to the opening milonga last night where the Orquesta Sans Souci with El Chino Laborde sang. (I loved that the first violinist is a girl!)

The apertura milonga of the Milongueando Week was in the Region Leonesa, my favorite salon in all Buenos Aires. The floor was jammed and still all the tables and chairs were full, very Buenos Aires. But everyone was speaking English, the floorcraft was sketchy with either no movement along the ronda or zig zagging around the floor, adornos and embellishments ruled, no cabeceos, and the dancers were all either foreign or touring teaching "celebrities." At times I thought I was back in the States!

I would have loved to ask some of the attendees why they spent all that money on air fare and were dancing with folks from home instead of at a traditional milonga down the street, like Gricel. But anyway, we all were having a good time, which is what counts. (Except when the top of Ruben's foot was stilettoed.)

But today I thought it might be worthwhile to revisit the posts below that addressed the phenomenon a few years back.

If you have an opinion, I'd love to hear it.

Why Indeed Come to Buenos Aires to Dance?

Why Do Some Dancers Bother to Come to BsAs?

The Buenos Aires Glow