What a coincidence today to see Alex's entry about ego, which he was inspired to write after reading on the subject over at Malevito's blog. A coincidence, because I woke up today and looked at video from last night. I put the camera on and just left it to run, and got some video of the dancers, including a rather tall and ungainly woman who appears...could it be...oh my god no....it's...me?
My idea is, or was, that I am getting better, studying hard, improving etc. I feel better, I dance a lot, I always have fun, come home, drop into bed happy. Happy tired. So what the f is wrong with me? Could I be so clueless. And why have you all not grabbed and hollered at me to get a grip on myself and start book clubs, and watercolor societies or something....anything other than going out an making a complete tragicomedy out of my tango? I feel despair, a desire to never go out again, at least until Mourad's new milonga this afternoon.
I think the reason you have not done this, my irresponsible friends, is that you don't care, and neither should I. Maybe we have been enjoying ourselves? This might not be the place to be a perfectionist and a jerk about how good we are at things? We might just relax for a change?
Seems like a good idea. Although I won't be happy until I get a good video. Goddamn video camera.
Sunday, May 03, 2009
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I have to keep reminding myself that if it feels good to me and my partner, I shouldn't spend lots of time worrying about how it looks to everyone else. Of course, I still want to see a video of myself. ;)
Right, MT, and it sure does feel good to me...so maybe just a little refinement of technique is what I need. But to chase that down with a lot of energy just detracts from my goal in tango I think, which is to relax, to enjoy, to transport and be transported..
But as you know, we like to look good. I suppose it is natural to focus on it a little.
Hi Elizabeth: How uncanny! Alan and I were talking last night about how you can't really tell much about a dancer by the way he looks on the floor. I think we have all had the experience of finally being asked to dance by Mr. McDreamy only to discover he is AWFUL -- and the converse of being asked by a plump little guy who walks with a limp and then spending the rest of our dance life cabaceo-ing him like crazy because he is the sweetest, most musical thing in dance shoes. And don't be so hard on yourself -- I've seen you dance and you have the loveliest intention toward your partner -- it's clear that you are listening and experiencing every moment. Who wouldn't want a woman like that in their arms? You can always learn to have pretty feet -- you can't learn to have a pretty soul.
Liz,
XOXO
E
It is very rare that the outside looks like what the inside feels.
When we look at ourselves dancing socially in a video, we are watching through YouTube-trained eyes. We are judging our social dancing by performance yardsticks. I'm wholeheartedly with Liz: if you and your partner are happy, and you are always in demand, what could be better?
Johanna, you make a good point about the comparison to all the YouTube videos. I was not really taking that into account.
Feel much better.
E
Good girl!
Johhanna, I still wanna make it look a little more elegant however. But meantime...just plan to enjoy.
Thanks for the boost.
E
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