I don't know if its the rash of ridiculous dance parties that I've found myself part of but I've been feeling the need to start a dance revolution. Its hard to deny that learning to dance is so much more than physical coordination.
You start out with timid steps across the kitchen floor clumsily stumbling through the stunned silence from your parents, aunts and grandparents. By the time you've reached elementary school your limbs have decided to express themselves independently whenever you're excited. Your teenage years bring you both dexterity and a painful sense of conformity, these twisted sisters conspire to pull you in opposite directions; effectively turning your body into soap opera love triangle. But out of the rubble your feet have the tenacity to drag your stumbling psyche to the dance floor once more and if you're lucky, you let them teach you. Jitterbug, Tango, Salsa, Charleston, Foxtrot and if you dare...Fandango.
Dancing isn't a passion for everyone...but darned if it isn't there when we need it most. A lot of people dance to communicate things to the public that would otherwise be lost. There are plenty of people that dance to express their carnal intentions without words. A host of others enter the world of dance like a cold pool on a not so warm day, one toe at a time. I've had political histories, religious ceremonies and cultural intricacies explained to me through the power of dance and I imagine I am not alone. No matter which of these you might be, chances are you have some thoughts, theories, musings or elementary school dance recitals that are worth representing or recreating in your favourite medium.
Consider this post a welcoming hand extended from the exhibitionist in all of us to the wallflower in all of us. Lace up you tap shoes and take the floor, it may take two to tango and last time I checked there are about 40 people who check the site, so whether you're dancing your personal pain away or staring deeply into the eyes of your Meringue instructor...we want to know about it! Share your stories of dance revolution soon, May has arrived and the dancefloor awaits!
You start out with timid steps across the kitchen floor clumsily stumbling through the stunned silence from your parents, aunts and grandparents. By the time you've reached elementary school your limbs have decided to express themselves independently whenever you're excited. Your teenage years bring you both dexterity and a painful sense of conformity, these twisted sisters conspire to pull you in opposite directions; effectively turning your body into soap opera love triangle. But out of the rubble your feet have the tenacity to drag your stumbling psyche to the dance floor once more and if you're lucky, you let them teach you. Jitterbug, Tango, Salsa, Charleston, Foxtrot and if you dare...Fandango.
Dancing isn't a passion for everyone...but darned if it isn't there when we need it most. A lot of people dance to communicate things to the public that would otherwise be lost. There are plenty of people that dance to express their carnal intentions without words. A host of others enter the world of dance like a cold pool on a not so warm day, one toe at a time. I've had political histories, religious ceremonies and cultural intricacies explained to me through the power of dance and I imagine I am not alone. No matter which of these you might be, chances are you have some thoughts, theories, musings or elementary school dance recitals that are worth representing or recreating in your favourite medium.
Consider this post a welcoming hand extended from the exhibitionist in all of us to the wallflower in all of us. Lace up you tap shoes and take the floor, it may take two to tango and last time I checked there are about 40 people who check the site, so whether you're dancing your personal pain away or staring deeply into the eyes of your Meringue instructor...we want to know about it! Share your stories of dance revolution soon, May has arrived and the dancefloor awaits!
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