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Tango,Art,Life
Ernest Williams explores the African roots in Tango...here to clearly European music....bringing it all together!
Driving back from Oregon gave me a nice time to listen to music and to think.
Oregon is still home, and is just down the road, it isn't really like travelling. I had family to see, and business to take care of.
On the way I thought about all that would need to be done just as soon as I got into the house...would there be dirty dishes? Did the trash get taken out? Alan has had a grueling work schedule and probably not had time to even notice the house...or the garden.
I walked in, tired. The first thing I saw was an enormous bouquet, five feet tall, of forsythia, arranged in a tall crystal vase on the coffee table. The trimmings from a massive and pesky bush which threatens to take over our pathways and weigh down the old fence, these brilliant flowers are still growing and blooming a week later. Alan carefully replenishes the water and sets the vase back where it towers over us as we visit in the evenings, a tree that we sit under, in the lights of those flickering yellow stars reflected in a nice glass of Malbec. All we need is a talking snake and an apple to complete the archetypal vision.
We worked in the garden yesterday, one of the first days of real spring weather here. Frost damage has taken a toll this year, but it forces some rearrangement that needs to be done anyway.
We haven't gone out to dance for two weeks, probably the longest break in over four years of obsessive tango. We did get in some really fun and productive practice at home though. Next weekend we have Alicia Pons here, and we will take advantage of her teaching. Spring is sprung.
All you friends at Dance Underground, we missed you too!