Tango, waltz, foxtrot and quickstep were what we concentrated on.
Tell me … the waltz that made you dizzy - was it a quickish 180BPM oom pah pah where you spun 180 degrees per bar? If so, that’s the Viennese waltz and my goodness, you’ve got to reverse the direction of spin a few times during it, otherwise you get the phenomenon you mention. Also, when the music stops, you’d see couples falling over or staggering into the spectators. The Standard waltz at around 90BPM can have similar, though less pronounced effects if there is no reversal of turn.
Like Celtsound says, and I agree - this is a great thread. I reckon you’re opening up a magnificent LOAD of stuff. You sure shook ME up when I saw it. I can’t accept the ‘scientifically proven’ aspect, because as quite a few people here are saying in their posts, love does, can and should be able to transcend differences at this level. My own ‘way’ gives the appearance of some flexibility, but I’m STILL sticking a bandwidth cap on how and whom I will love. Will I move beyond this? Will I even want to?
Tom I wish you well with each and every tango lady. You say of the salsa “BOXED IN” … I’ve done a bit and have watched a lot and … heck yeah. In Salsa - I’m see a limited number of sexual and romantic expressions crushed like in a jack-in-the-box, where the coils are dense - TOO dense to pick up some of the essentially ‘long wave’ signals of love. Tango, however, allows a room-covering stalking and hunting of all colours and depths. The blazing fires and rapid movements are still there, yet are springoarded, energized and focussed by the TEASING build-ups and wind-ups. MAN … some tango is like a bowstring being slowly drawn back … the wood of the bow creaks, and you protect your eyes in case the thing snaps, until, just as you are sure the world has to either stop or explode - The Arrow Flies. This might be three contrapuntal snaps of the head, it might be the partners’ legs and feet flicking and rubbing like 69 end-game. Salsa and Tango are both climactic, but in Tango, the climax is enhanced and dignified by the foreplay. It becomes an act of Calligraphy rather than of Ariel Bold. Yes, there are jack-in-the-box elements, but they are never the be all and end all, they are but a nodes in an infinitely bigger energy. When we dance Tango, the dancehall becomes our Universe, and this Universe is our playground, battlefield, cathedral, bedroom, altar and tomb.
Central - I’m bringing myself back to the nub of your topic:
If I were potentially going out with a woman who Salsas, I know she’d be at first base by default. She WANTS to be musically active. Second base would be that she have some level of competency - she knows it well enough to be worth my time to learn it in order to be with her fully in her ‘energy world’, that she and I may generate and experience each others moving harmony. Third base - important, but not a deal breaker - that she enter into and extend to share the styles I have brought, the specific octaves of energy I introduced to the relationship. I apply the identical principle regarding a woman who sings and/or plays instruments.
As I hinted above, I take no sense of pleasure, pride, however, or righteousness. Except when I am in the company of a woman who happens to share my commitment to ‘multiple contact intimacy,’ whereby consciousness and biology are amplified a thousand fold by conversing fluently in these more-than-verbal languages. Art such times, I can know no other truth.
Celtsound! You and your wife Celt vs Abba
Memories of my mom and dad locked in Mortal Kombat regarding use of acrylic versus oil paint.
Heads and tails of the same priceless coin.
Bless you both.