A month or two ago I attended a dance event at Voortrekker High School which was well attended. Plenty of ladies and few gentlemen - what could be better? Well let's just say that almost none of the ladies were in my target market.
One of the few gentlemen was selling himself as a dance instructor. He obviously knew his way around the floor, that isn't the issue. What annoyed me was how he pitched his sale: in terms of a presupposition that whatever dance instructor you have now, must be a retard. He, of course, could teach you to dance the "right way" (his way, no doubt).
What is it about dance instructors that they seem to be so bitchy? Didn't their mommies teach them to share or what? Mine taught me that unless you have something good to say about someone, don't say it at all.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Syncopated epiphany
Last Tuesday I went to my usual dance class where Brian showed us a Waltz step I had been getting wrong since the last time we did it about a year ago. This time I noticed exactly what my mistake was: I was taking too few steps! The key middle of the combination is actually syncopated, which means roughly that you take more steps with your foot than there are beats. Normally it's "one-two-three", but this one is "one-two-and-three". The difference it makes is that you end the measure on the outside foot, not the inside foot, and from there you can complete another step starting with the inside foot, which somehow works out a whole lot better.
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