Of course you should feel something, silly. Otherwise what would be the point?
That's a knee-jerk apriori response. But then again, think upon this: I know two salseros who have been on the scene for a number of years now, both of whom would be classed as "advanced" dancers in terms of vocabulary. Both of them don't even like salsa music and confess to not listening to the music, only the beat to stay in time. They say they do it to be "social", not because they like salsa itself. They're not often short of people to dance with.
There goes that idea crashed and burned.
I've got this niggly feeling that I may've been barking up the wrong tree all this while.
Woof Woof.
Forever stubborn in the face of fact, I soldier on. And besides, I haven't finished my thanks to the music yet.
So contrary to conventional wisdom, I find myself reducing my dance vocabulary to a comfortable minimum. I tell others that it's because I'm getting old and that I'm now built more for comfort than for speed. That seems to bring a chuckle and no further probing questions. Dancing uncomplicatedly gives me the temporal space to say what I want to say. I would have called it reverse snobbery, but that would have been disingenuous about what salsa means to me.
I realise it's not fair to have come this far without articulating myself how salsa makes me feel.
"Salsa fills me with a need to share my interpretation of what I hear with my partner."
And everything I do flows from that.
In the end you could say that discovering music, and continuing to discover music, is what's been keeping me in the game.
Now dance with me if you dare.
Loo
That's a knee-jerk apriori response. But then again, think upon this: I know two salseros who have been on the scene for a number of years now, both of whom would be classed as "advanced" dancers in terms of vocabulary. Both of them don't even like salsa music and confess to not listening to the music, only the beat to stay in time. They say they do it to be "social", not because they like salsa itself. They're not often short of people to dance with.
There goes that idea crashed and burned.
I've got this niggly feeling that I may've been barking up the wrong tree all this while.
Woof Woof.
Forever stubborn in the face of fact, I soldier on. And besides, I haven't finished my thanks to the music yet.
So contrary to conventional wisdom, I find myself reducing my dance vocabulary to a comfortable minimum. I tell others that it's because I'm getting old and that I'm now built more for comfort than for speed. That seems to bring a chuckle and no further probing questions. Dancing uncomplicatedly gives me the temporal space to say what I want to say. I would have called it reverse snobbery, but that would have been disingenuous about what salsa means to me.
I realise it's not fair to have come this far without articulating myself how salsa makes me feel.
"Salsa fills me with a need to share my interpretation of what I hear with my partner."
And everything I do flows from that.
In the end you could say that discovering music, and continuing to discover music, is what's been keeping me in the game.
Now dance with me if you dare.
Loo
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