Open Up Your Eyes, Life Is Poetry In Motion

Saturday morning I had two coaching sessions scheduled again, much like last week. This week we managed to get to both lessons in the order that they were originally set up, though a bit behind schedule. I got to the Fancy Dance Hall about a half-hour early to stretch out and warm up, like usual. Lord Dormamu was there giving another lesson at the time, so I knew he was already in the building (always a good sign). A few minutes later when he noticed me stretching out my shoulders near the mirrors, he stepped away from his lesson to come over, greet me and ask if I had a lesson with him first or with Sir Steven. I told him that my calendar said it was him, so he nodded and said that he was running about twenty minutes behind. That gave me almost an hour to warm up instead of the half-hour I had planned on.

I felt like we did actually show some progress in our Foxtrot that day, which is always a good feeling. We got to look at the end portion of the short wall in the routine, if you can believe that. One point we spent some time covering was my Natural Closed Impetus with Feather Ending. Lord Dormamu showed me why my Heel Turn in that figure tended to get messed up. Many people over the years have shown me how to do a Heel Turn – going slowly, you take a step backward (or back on an angle), pull your other heel back to line up with your standing foot, turn however much you need to rotate, rise up on the balls of your feet and then step out onto the ball of the opposite foot. Over and over again I’ve practiced doing Heel Turns just like that.

The issue with my Natural Closed Impetus is that the lady is stepping between my feet, so if I take a step back and to the left and then attempt to pull my right heel to meet my left, there’s a foot in the way. So in the middle of a routine there tends to be some fumbling and stumbling while I attempt to make the turn work without stopping when my foot would run into my partner’s foot. I generally manage to recover fully by the time I hit the Feather Finish. Lord Dormamu looked at what I was doing and told me immediately that my step backward and my turn should not be two separate movements. If I step backward and begin to pivot on my left leg, then as I am pulling my right heel back my right foot will naturally arc around where my partner’s foot as I turn. Basically all that practice I did in the past where I would pull my heels together before turning was what was holding me back. Sigh…

This also led us to a discussion about our Feather Endings and how he thought we were rotating as we went through them. Lord Dormamu explained that the most important thing about the Feather Ending is that it is the ending, so before you take those two steps you have to already have your body in the correct position. If you rotate yourself at all to get into the correct position during the two steps of a Feather Ending, you are doing it wrong and will get marked down. Yet another good point that I’ve never really thought about before until he said it out loud. I’m making a note of it here so that I won’t forget about it in the future.

Skipping ahead… later that night I was out to help host a dance party with the rest of my Royal Dance Court crew. To celebrate the beginning of summer, we had managed to get the famous Mr. Rubber-legs to come in and teach a Shag lesson to everyone. We had booked him for one of our dance parties last year and had such an overwhelmingly positive response, so it seemed natural to have him come back again. The endeavor seemed to really pay off. When Mr. Rubber-legs started teaching his class that night, we had about twenty-five people out on the dance floor by my count. There were quite a few more women than men, so I ended up jumping into the line during class to help out. By the time the class finished up, so many more people had shown up that our line of dancers was running out of space. The count I heard later was that we had more than fifty people show up! I guess half of them missed the memo on what time class started…

The lesson that Mr. Rubber-legs gave that night was pretty much the same one he gave during the party last year. We spent a lot of time (waaaaaay more time than I thought was necessary) to cover the Shag basic. I’m talking like half the hour was spent just going over that one figure. Once he felt that everyone could do the basic, he had us look at a starter step for Shag so that everyone knew how to begin a dance. This basically amounted to getting into a closed dance position and doing a Throwout-like movement. After people got those two figures, Mr. Rubber-legs covered two different basic turns that you could use. At the end of class since there were a couple of minutes left over, he showed everyone how they could transition from the normal open dance position to the closed one used in the starter step, allowing people to dance a basic pattern that could be repeated by going to closed position at the end and repeating the starter step. Nothing too fancy.

I had thought that the DJ would play more Shag numbers that night for the people who came to the party specifically to see Mr. Rubber-legs, but there weren’t that many more Swing songs of any variety than I would normally expect to hear. The ratio of men to women as the party got started was actually really good. We must have had a large number of single men show up after the class got started, because there were a lot more women than men when I joined class, but I was hardly needed to entertain ladies during the dance party. So I spent time that night dealing with… other issues.

HotDog was in high form that night. Originally he had decided to come out to the party because he has taken classes from Mr. Rubber-legs in the past, so he considers himself to be a Shag connoisseur. His quest to show off in front of everyone was quickly derailed by the appearance of two attractive young ladies. One was Juniper, whom I was glad to see out and about on the dance floor that night. She had been away for a while because she fractured a bone in her foot, so I was happy to see that it was finally healed enough for her to begin dancing again. I actually took her out for her first dance of the night to say hi to her. The other was a sorority sister of Prez’s daughter, whom Prez had invited to the party because the girl was curious about dancing. This young lady mostly wanted to sit on the sidelines and watch to see if ballroom dancing was a hobby that she was really interested in taking up.

As I’ve mentioned before, HotDog is a horndog when attractive ladies show up. I found out later that HotDog was texting Sparkledancer for days after the party, asking her to tell him Juniper’s name and how he could get in touch with her. He also spent quite a while awkwardly trying to talk to the sorority girl. She managed to fend off his requests to try dancing, and eventually she got up to come hang out at the front counter near where some of us from the Royal Dance Court were running things. When I caught her making a beeline away from HotDog, I took the opportunity to maneuver myself between where he was and where she was, playing human barricade. That was enough to send HotDog off to find a different girl to dance with.

I made a point to apologize to sorority girl for his creepiness, and she just laughed and said that she’s used to guys like him. Since I had heard Prez mention how this girl was interested in possibly taking up ballroom dancing before the party started, I then put on my Dance Ambassador hat and talked with her about dancing for quite a while. I regaled her with stories of the fun and crazy dance-related things I’ve done since I started dancing all those years ago, and I even waved Sparkledancer over so that she could tell the girl all about sparkly dance dress things (a topic I am not all that well versed in). The girl seemed genuinely interested, and I hope that means we could actually see her come back again, but next time as a participant instead of just an observer.

Now for the thing I did this week that was really outside of my normal schedule…

Sunday afternoon I got to have a coaching session with one of those crazy world-renowned International Standard instructors that travel around spreading their wisdom (for a fee, of course). We’ll call this guy… Lord Maple, since it makes me laugh (this gentleman comes to us from a land up north that you may have crossed into during your own travels). A few weeks ago, Lord Junior mentioned to Sparkledancer and I during one of our practice sessions that he would be bringing Lord Maple in for one day to give coaching sessions to a number of his students, and if we were interested in reserving one of the 45-minute slots that day he would be happy to put our names on the list. Sparkledancer told Lord Junior that she had really enjoyed the class that Lord Maple taught last time Lord Junior had brought him in about a year ago, so she was totally going to sign up.

She then turned to me and asked me if I would do the lesson with her, because it would be easier to show Lord Maple her routines if I were there to lead. I told her that if we scheduled this coaching session at the same time we would have normally been meeting up for practice that day, then I would already have the time set aside in my calendar anyway. This would be a nice (albeit more expensive) way to get some outside feedback on how we’ve been doing since we started taking things more seriously at the beginning of the year.

In order to make sure that this coaching session would be worthwhile, I convinced myself to get up earlier than usual on Sunday so that I could stretch out and warm up my body thoroughly before leaving the house. That way I wouldn’t show up to meet Lord Maple in the afternoon and hear him tell me that my problem is that I need to take bigger steps to travel more all because my legs are still half-asleep. I also got Sparkledancer to agree to meet me out at the Electric Dance Hall an hour before the coaching session so that we could dance for a while, helping to further ensure that I was all ready to go. It turned out that taking those precautions was the right call.

Sparkledancer and I had agreed to have Lord Maple look over our Foxtrot with us, since that is what we have been going over with Lord Dormamu recently. After some brief introductions and telling him about our dance experience, Lord Maple asked us to dance our Foxtrot routine together. Then he asked both of us to dance the same thing again with him so that he could get a better feel for what each of us were doing during our steps. When we finished that exercise, he told me that he really liked my forward driving movements during the dance, since they were quite clear and strong, and he could easily follow what I was trying to lead him to do. I may have done a little happy celebration upon hearing that. Then he asked me to dance through it with him again, and this time he would add in all the parts that he thought I was missing when we danced the first time.

When we finished going through the first wall of my routine, Lord Maple stopped and asked me what was different this time through. I told him that he had been emphasizing the shaping a lot more than I had been, partly because I had been told by Lord Dormamu to not worry about anything else other than working on how I drive my Foxtrot from my standing leg and pelvis. He told me that was one way to describe it, and then listed off a bunch of other words that could be used to also describe it depending on who my teacher was and what country they hailed from originally, but basically what he was seeing that I needed to work on all came down to how ‘powerful’ I was when dancing.

Lord Maple told us a story about how he used to want to be described as a powerful dancer when he read articles about himself. He eventually found a female coach to work with, and she asked him what he thought it meant to be powerful. That’s when Lord Maple gestured at me and started to flex his upper body, saying that he used to think power came from looking super muscular and manly, but this female coach stopped him and said that as a dancer, being powerful comes from being the person that shows the most movement from each step that they take. That’s basically what Lord Maple says that I am missing to take my Foxtrot (and other dances, by extension) to the next level.

To show me how I should be doing this, Lord Maple actually started by working with Sparkledancer. He wanted her to make sure that she is moving herself out of the way for each step so that I would have plenty of room to really take my steps. They danced for a bit with him trying to explain the concept to her, and then he thought of an exercise that someone had shown him a long time ago that he thought would help the two of us with the idea. After searching around the studio for a few minutes with Lord Junior’s help, he came back with a scarf that he rolled up and held taut between his hands.

The scarf is used to give you an actual visual representation of the line your hips are making (and by extension, your shoulders and elbows, since they should be on the same line when you are in a proper frame). It was supposed to be a towel, but we were working with what we could find. If you roll up a towel and hold it stretched between your hands on both sides of your pelvis, this shows the straight line your hips make when they are at rest. Then we started to dance. The first step we covered was the Feather. As you do a Feather in Foxtrot, your left foot is the first leg that you step with, so you need to involve your whole left side as you dance through the figure until the next time you get to neutral (which is normally before you go into the next figure). You can emphasize this by rolling the towel with your left hand, as if you were wringing water out.

This was a fairly simple but eye-opening exercise to do. The way we wrung the towel basically changed from hand-to-hand as we moved through the figures in our routine. The Feather used the left hand, the Reverse Turn used the right, the Feather Ending of the Reverse Turn the left, the Three Step the right, etc. etc.. If you use this exercise to help you see the lead with the proper side of your body, it should get the whole body involved as you move. That helps you feel like you are taking steps not just with your legs, but all the way from your upper back. Rise and fall will happen naturally in the figures if the whole body is engaged. It also easily eliminated the issue where it looked like I was dancing in a constant squat, since stepping with my whole body allows me to naturally straighten my legs as I move. Funny how that works, right?

This is another one of those lessons where it really shows that the techniques that instructors harp on in the early days (rise and fall, heel vs. toe steps) shouldn’t have to be forced or remembered. If the underlying mechanics of how you move are correct, those techniques happen automatically.

Wednesday class was cancelled this week because Lord Junior’s wife had some event scheduled that he needed to attend, so the only group class that I went to this week was Monday night’s Latin Technique class. We looked at Jive for the first time in quite a while. Jive was actually not my first choice for the night, since A) my first choice is always Pasodoble, because I think it’s the most fun and B) it had been leg day for me that day, so my legs were already feeling exhausted from my pre-class workout. I always grit my teeth on the nights when my leg workouts happen to correspond with nights I’m going to be dancing, since I know working out my legs will make things harder than normal.

That was certainly true on Monday night. We always start off any class where we look at Jive by going over the basic triple-steps slowly since Lord Junior thinks everyone should continuously work to improve those. At the beginning when we were going slow, my triple-steps in the figures looked and felt pretty good. By the end, since I did a lot of dancing that night to give all the ladies enough chances to practice, my legs felt like jelly and I’m sure my triple-steps had devolved to look more like fast-ish East Coast Swing instead of Jive. No one said anything though, so I must not have looked all that bad…

We only looked at two variations of two different figures that night: Spanish Arms and Rolling Off the Arm. Starting with the Spanish Arms, we covered the normal configuration of the figure, and then the ‘cooler version’ (according to Lord Junior) where we led the lady to do an extra turn as we unwind her. After doing the two different variations independently we then chained them together, doing the basic version followed immediately by the more advanced version. I will admit that there were a few times when I got over-eager and ended up turning the ladies for both.

The Rolling Off the Arm figure was done the same way. There was the basic by-the-book version, and then a more advanced version where we led the lady to do an extra turn as she is rolling off of our right arm. As before, we did the two variations independently, and then chained them together. After everyone was comfortable with all four different figures, we strung them all together – starting with the basic Spanish Arms, the advanced variation, a single Jive basic to compose ourselves and then the basic Rolling Off the Arm followed by the more advanced version. This small pattern is what we ended up putting to music, starting off slowly and finishing at tempo. The last run-through we did with each partner at tempo was really where I felt that my Jive basics were lacking, but I worked hard that night, so I feel like I should at least get partial credit for finishing to the end.

I am hoping that this weekend stays fairly quiet for me. I haven’t had much of a chance to really practice the things that I worked on in any of my coaching sessions last weekend, and I’d like to spend a few hours working through those items. We’ll have to see if anyone makes a convincing argument to me about going to a dance party somewhere!

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You’re Moving So Carefully, Let’s Start Living Dangerously

I remember a long time ago being in a class some night during the week, and there was this mysterious guy with legs that moved like rubber who was practicing Shag in the back corner of the Electric Dance Hall. Watching him that night was a rather fascinating experience (and quite distracting from what I was supposed to be watching during class). Well, this past Saturday night I helped to host another social dance with the Royal Dance Court of which I am a member, and it was beach party time! Someone had managed to get Mr. Rubber-legs to come in and teach some Shag before the open dance, since that’s what I’m told people like to dance when they are out on the beach. I had planned on just hanging out in the back of the room to watch the guy dance as he demonstrated the steps during class, but once again we ended up with more women than men attending the party, so I needed to jump in to help even out the numbers. My spot ended up being right in the middle of the room, right next to where Mr. CakeByTheOcean1Rubber-legs was doing all his teaching, so joining class got me a much better vantage point to watch things from than I would have had otherwise. The basic step that he showed everyone for the class was a lot different from what I had been shown every other time I had ever been shown the Shag basic – it was a lot more complicated, and moved more like something out of West Coast Swing rather than the shuffle-y East Coast Swing variation I had been taught in the past. In fact, Mr. Rubber-legs even described the version of Shag that he did as a slot dance, just like West Coast Swing. Since he holds multiple national titles for being super-awesome in Shag (I think that is in fact one of the names of a title he holds), I question whether the things I learned in the past were valid. Getting the basic step down was what took the crowd of people the longest to work through. This basic was a six-count pattern that used eight steps, so it was a lot for some people to think about. The lady that I was paired to dance with during the lesson had trouble with the concept that we were supposed to stretch away from each other like a rubber band, so for half the class she would take a step backward when I stepped forward, or step forward when I stepped backward. It took me some effort to convince her that wasn’t quite right. Once most everyone had the basic footwork down, Mr. Rubber-legs showed everyone how to do a Underarm Turn for the ladies. He did this in an interesting way by having everyone line up really close to each other, and then having everyone stop halfway through the turn. If everyone did the turn right, when stopping halfway we all ended up in a single-file line facing the same direction, with the Leads holding their arms up in front of the Follower’s forehead. Following the turn, Mr. Rubber-legs showed everyone a cooler starting step for Shag that reminds me a lot of the starter step I use for West Coast Swing, where you begin in closed hold and then split apart. With only a few minutes left, he gave everyone one last fancier figure he called a Leash before sending us all on our way.

As you can imagine, the DJ made sure to include plenty of song choices that night where Shag would be a style option for those brave enough to try it out. Mr. Rubber-legs stuck around, and spent most of the night in one of the back corners again, kind of like I had seen him do back in March, though this time we were in a different building and he also had plenty of ladies come over to dance with him when a Shag song was played, so he wasn’t dancing all alone this time. Ms. Possible spent much of the night over in the corner talking with him. I guess he told her that night that she should consider ditching ballroom and become his pupil, because she would be an awesome competitive Shagger… or something (I know, ‘competitive Shagger’ huh huh huh huh… let’s all put our 15-year-old minds away now). I’m not sure how much stock I put into that claim, since he already took HotDog on as his disciple a few months ago and told him the same thing, so it sounds a lot like a sales line when you hear more than one person relay the same story. And HotDog… well, he was all starry-eyed and full of bravado that night since his sensei was teaching class and he already knew all the moves. He even brought out his spiffy new Shag shoes to wear that night. Apparently he was surprised to find out that leather bottomed shoes, while good for Shag, are pretty terrible for dancing most other styles of dance that were played that night. I actually did a lot less dancing than I usually end up doing this month for this Royal Dance Court party. Once the lesson was over, and the people who had only shown up to attend the lesson took off, our numbers of men and women evened out pretty well, so I didn’t have to entertain so many ladies throughout the evening. I actually got to spend some time chatting with people for a change. Yay! Overall it was a good night. There were fewer people at this party than there have been in the past months, but I think that with all the schools in the area being out for summer vacation now, people were probably out at a real beach somewhere, rather than attending a beach party somewhere where there was no sand. At least, that’s what I’m going to believe.

Speaking of summer: did you know there are some places where there are no dance parties during the summer? Up where my parents live this is the case. I was thinking of going to visit them over the summer, and was looking for dance parties I could attend while I was in the area. You know, to see what dancing is like in the area where I grew up, and whatnot. Alas, apparently not all places have multiple open dance parties available every Friday and Saturday night. Who knew? I guess I can never leave the Dance Kingdom and move back near them. I’ve been spoiled by having so many options available to me for using my dance skills every weekend, and it would take a lot to make me want to give that up.

Monday night at Latin Technique was an interesting affair. Word on the street is that for the upcoming showcase in August, there is a formation team being put together and many of the ladies that had shown up for the class that night were members of this new team. The idea for the formation team was thought up by Lord Junior’s professional partner, Lady Lovelylocks. The ladies all met up for the first practice last weekend, and Lord Junior happened to be around for a little while as they started working out the choreography. After watching what they had practiced (and because there were so many women in our Latin Technique class and very few boys), Lord Junior wanted to work on some solo pieces in Cha-Cha that the ladies had used in their formation team choreography to help them improve their speed (and obviously the technique) for the upcoming performance. I just got to go along for the ride. Supposedly the formation team isn’t just for women, but right now there are only women signed up, so if I joined I would just be that creepy guy who would have to hang out in the middle, and the ladies would probably choreograph something scandalous to try to make me blush during the performance. I know how these things work, so practicing their choreography in a technique class is enough for me. The things we worked on were similar to other solo pieces I’ve been given in the past to work on for Cha-Cha. We started with our weight on the left leg and our right foot pointed forward and went into a back rock step with the right foot and then a CakeByTheOcean2Forward Lock Step to travel down the floor. At the end of the Lock Step we did two Hip Twist Chasses, one with each leg. Next up we did Cuban Checks, first with the right foot and then with the left. At the end of the second set, rather than stepping to the side we took a step backward on the right leg and then did a quick change of direction turn in place of a chasse, rotating us about 90° in the process. That was all, nothing too crazy… until we started turning up the speed of the music. I have to say, there’s this fine line where things feel good when working with Cha-Cha – somewhere around 80% of tempo or so. In Cha-Cha if you try to do things with the tempo turned down super slow, it makes everything really hard. Conversely if you try to do things at full speed, it’s still really hard to nail down the technique (though you have less time to think about everything, so you mostly run on auto-pilot). But moving at about 80% feels pretty good. It gives you enough time to think about the all the techniques you’ve been told to work on with every step you take, but isn’t slow enough to be a painful experience trying to dance. That’s my $0.02, at least.

It was a nice change of pace this week for Standard Technique class in the sense that we actually ended up with an even number of men and women in class. Hooray! Well, I guess that’s only sort of exciting. Without so many women to pay attention to, Lord Junior was actually able to spend time watching what the men were doing, so I got called out for a number of things CakeByTheOcean3that night. Mostly in relation to where my head was, as I’m sure you could guess. I don’t know why I can never seem to have my head in the right place… I do my best to keep the knot in the back of my skull over my standing leg and to keep my neck as long as possible, but it always seems to be tilting to one side or another when I’m not paying attention. Is my brain too heavy for my neck to hold up or something? We decided to look at some Waltz this time around, and Lord Junior wanted to look at the Outside Spin figure that he had been going over with one of the guys right before class started, to help give the guy some more practice with the technique for the figure since he had stuck around for the class. Lord Junior set things up so that we would use a couple of figures to travel down the short wall of the ballroom, use the Outside Spin to turn the corner, and then we could do a couple of figures to begin traveling down the long wall just for fun. We started down the short wall using a simple Progressive Chasse to the Right. From there, Lord Junior started to tell us that we should go into a Back Lock Step, but changed his mind and had us do a Back Run instead, which is essentially just ‘running’ backwards, using the same timing as you would for the steps of a Back Lock Step. At the end of our short run we were all pretty much on the other side of the floor already, so this was where he threw in the Outside Spin to have us turn the corner. Coming from that Back Run to transition into the Outside Spin requires you to be able to gracefully bleed your momentum rather quickly, so make sure you don’t go super crazy as you’re running or else you’ll risk toppling over. Coming out of the Outside Spin we went into a normal Natural Turn to place ourselves facing backing line of dance on the long wall. We went from there into what Lord Junior called a ‘Running Spin Turn’ (so much running in this class!), which is the same as a normal Natural Spin Turn except the first two steps are syncopated. To finish things up, we added on an Open Impetus at the end, coming out in Promenade Position traveling toward diagonal center.

This weekend I heard there was an open dance going on at the Cherished Dance Hall, and they are planning on having a lesson in West Coast Swing. I’m pretty excited about that, so you’ll probably find me there unless an emergency keeps me away. Will I see you there? I hope so!

Mysteries Abound, Made Of A Deep Energy

Last Friday night a few of us went out to a random dance party with the Heartbreak Kid. It wasn’t even a ballroom-related dance party, believe it or not! He has become pretty active in one of the Swing dance communities in the Dance Kingdom, and has been asking for a while for people to come out with him to one of the dances he tries to attend weekly. So this past weekend, with that big competition going on nearby that had all but shut down the ballroom-related parties for the weekend, it seemed like a good time to go out and give this a shot to get in my dance fix. I’m not sure where I came up with all the expectations I had before arriving at the dance, but I imagined that I would be able to put to use all kinds of Swing-related things that I had learned over the years – East Coast Swing for moderate tempo songs, West Coast Swing for slower tempos, Jive if they played anything super fast, and Hustle for an occasional change of pace (since the Heartbreak Kid specifically mentioned Hustle when talking about things he did at these dances). There was this niggling voice in the back of my head though, telling me to reserve my excitement until I got there, since I couldn’t get anyone to tell me about the kinds of music they liked to play at these events. As it turned out, the dance party was nothing like what I had imagined, both in terms of dance styles and clientele who attended. I had been told that the crowd skewed younger than those that came to the average ballroom party, which was kind of exciting to me, but what someone failed to mention was that this event was a lot more like a high school dance than anything else. Looking around the room at all the faces in the crowd, I felt like an old man, and the few other adults who were stationed around the room seemed to be serving more as chaperones than as party-goers, making sure nothing unsightly happened. I tried not to be the DragonSoul1creepy one, but I can’t tell if I succeeded or not. It also turned out that the music that was being played at the event catered to doing only one dance style, since everything seemed to be songs that were popular in the ‘40s and ‘50s which were all within about 10BPM of each other. You could do East Coast Swing pretty comfortably to songs of that tempo (and Foxtrot, if it wouldn’t have been so dangerous), but all the kids there were doing what they called “Lindy” – which was really more of an informal style of Swing that looked like a cross between East Coast Swing, Hustle and flailing wildly, all at the same time. Seriously, a lot of the kids were kind of dangerous with how much they were aimlessly flying around, and I was run into several times while dancing. I have to admit that I feel like I’ve been spoiled by getting to go to so many ballroom dance parties, and learning so many different styles of dance. Doing the exact same dance style for every song bores me to tears, so after five or six songs I mostly stood in the back watching what else was going on, hoping that the music would change if I just waited. I didn’t end up staying too long that night, even though getting out of the house is always fun and seeing people is always a good time. That leads me to believe I probably wouldn’t enjoy going out to some of the Salsa or Argentine Tango parties I’ve heard about either. Ah well, what can you do?

Monday night at Latin Technique class we ended up going through Cha-Cha again, since only one person who was there that night wanted to do Samba. We looked at this more advanced way of getting into Fan Position, which didn’t seem all that much more advanced since it felt a lot like doing a Crossbody Lead before turning another 8th of a turn and sending the lady out into Fan Position while the Leads did some kind of chasse (I personally stuck with a Hip Twist chasse, since I just naturally go into that when sending ladies into Fan Position). As we closed the Fan we went into a Hockey Stick, and at the end of that we went into what is called a Curl (basically a Spiral Turn that send the lady out in a different direction, i.e. ‘curling’ down the floor). At the end of the Curl we went into a Reverse Top, which is something Lord Junior said he wanted to try to use more often. Most people you see dancing do the Natural Top I guess (or so he says), so he wanted to start to use the Reverse Top more often to ‘bring it back’ in the area. We stuck with going around in our top for two chasse steps before turning the lady through another Spiral Turn and exiting out into an Aida. We did the normal set of Cuban Hip motion during the Aida, coming out with a Lock Step forward, then a Switch Turn going into a chasse to the right. Next we did two Cuban Breaks with the left foot, two with the right foot, then one Mambo Break (which is like a syncopated New Yorker) on both the right and left side before going into an actual New Yorker and ending with a chasse to the left. All these breaks ended up being the part of the night that people in class had trouble grasping when it was first explained to us, though they aren’t that difficult when you see them done. Lord Junior joked that we probably should have started with these couple of figures so that we could have spent more time getting through them. After he gave up trying to demonstrate things with Tanya DragonSoul2unsuccessfully, he instead had me lead him so that he could demonstrate the Follower’s part of how things were done, and things got better. It still took a couple of runs through before everyone looked comfortable, but it was better. With a few minutes left in class, we went through the same process we had done last week where we just kept switching partners and going through the whole configuration from start to finish as Lord Junior slowly sped up the music until we got to full tempo. At the end, just for fun, he decided to put on an even faster song to speed things up even more and make us work at it before we all left for the night.

During Standard Technique on Wednesday night we got to go through some Foxtrot for fun. Before we get into that though, I do have to mention a different fun thing. When class started there was this guy hanging out in the corner of the studio, someone who was a high-level competition winner in Shag, and he was just in the corner by himself, practicing for something. He had some headphones in, and was watching himself in the mirror, really in his own little DragonSoul3world. It’s fascinating to watch someone doing Shag really well. His legs looked like rubber bands, bouncing around all over the place as he moved forward and backward, and his knees kept swinging in and out toward each other at the same time. It’s crazy how different really high level dancing in any style looks when compared to the basics, but watching the way he did Shag was pretty unbelievable (though I had to believe it, because I was standing right there). The few times I have been in a Shag class, what we did just felt like doing East Coast Swing without picking your feet up off the floor, and I was told they always shuffled like that since Shag was mostly designed to dance on a sandy beach. What that guy was doing looked like it wasn’t even in the same family as what I had learned previously. Crazy! Anyway, for Foxtrot, there were a couple of high level figures that we looked at during the class that I had never seen before. The first thing that we started with was something called a Bounce Fallaway with Weave Ending. The ‘bounce’ portion, as I was told, was actually a rise action at the end of beat three of the Fallaway, which signals to the Follower that there is going to be a change to move out of Fallaway position (a requirement for using a Weave at the end). To practice this, we started at one end of the floor with a prep step going into a Feather Step, then went right into the Bounce Fallaway, and we ended everything without completing the Weave. We didn’t do that since Lord Junior wanted to change the ending of the figure and put in a different figure, something that he called a Tumble Turn, in place of the Weave. A Tumble Turn is essentially a turn where you go around in a tight circle very quickly. It’s a fun thing to do, but apparently requires moving in a very, very, very tight circle to do it correctly. I had thought that I was turning pretty tightly; by the end I was even banging my feet into each other as I rotated, but even that I was told wasn’t quite as tight of a turn as he was looking for. Coming out of the Tumble Turn we went into a normal Feather Finish, which would allow us to move on into something else. It was a fun pair of steps to practice, even if I can’t turn very tightly. I don’t know if these two figures are allowed in, or have a counterpart in American Foxtrot, but these two figures are going to be reused sometime soon if I have any say in the matter.

Lucky for me, I get to lead, so I almost always have a say in the matter!

On a completely different note…

Look at what day it is! Today marks the three-year anniversary since I started putting things up on this site! Can you believe it? I’m having a hard time, I’ll tell you. It also means that I’ve been studying how to be a ballroom dancer for almost four years too. Whoa! Can you believe that? I guess that I’m starting to get old. In fact, I think soon I will be able to start competing at the Senior I level at dance competitions if I want (I’m actually serious about that). How crazy does that sound? I don’t feel old enough to be a senior, by any stretch of the imagination. Hopefully I don’t look quite that old yet either. That’s why I try to hang on to so much youthful enthusiasm, so that I can obscure my actual age behind it.

For those of you on the Internets who check in on this site from time to time, thanks for following along with this strange artistic outlet of mine. From the bottom of my heart. I hope my writings have been slightly educational, and maybe even a little bit humorous for you. For anyone that I know in the real world who happens to be reading this, thank you for helping me along the course of my crazy dance journey. Who knows what kind of nutty stuff we’ll be getting into over the course of the next year! My friend and I are getting ready to make the coming year of posts even more fun than the last. I hope you’re ready for it!
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Peace On Earth, Goodwill To All Starts Right Here Where We Are

It’s hard to believe that tomorrow is Christmas already! Where does the time go? And next week when I post something, it’s going to be New Year’s Eve! That means soon I’ll have to start a new folder to save all my 2016 pictures in. Whoa!

Since last I posted here, I have had the chance to attend many fun things. I started things out on Saturday afternoon when I met up with Sparkledancer and Sir Steven to continue looking at making changes to our International Waltz routine. We replaced a couple more figures with something from the Silver-level syllabus so that all four of our walls would look different. Continuing from where we left off with the Progressive Chasse on the second long wall, we added in a Back Lock heading toward the corner, and then an Outside Spin to give us a more fancy way of rounding the corner. Coming out of the Outside Spin we go into a normal Natural Turn and then pause using a Hesitation. Coming out of the Hesitation we go into a Double Reverse Spin, followed with a normal Reverse Turn. After that turn we are lined up facing Center. We check backward and go straight into an Outside Change and a Progressive Chasse into the next corner, closing with a Natural Turn, starting us over back at the beginning of the whole routine. Easy, right? Do you have that all memorized now? Great, because I don’t quite yet. I’ve set aside some quiet time to step through things, both mentally and physically, but I don’t quite have enough space in my apartment to link every figure together, and it’s been raining pretty steadily here so going out in the street is a wet prospect. We’ll see how things look this Saturday. Once we had gone through all that, we had a bit of time left, so we changed gears and looked at some more things with International Foxtrot so that we would be more capable if we wanted to use that style socially. The abrupt switch between Waltz and Foxtrot is always a funny thing to try to do – you get so used to dancing in a three-count that it kind-of sticks with you for a while, which I guess is why I’ve heard the term ‘Waltztrot’ thrown around so many times. We also started looking at doing the Fallaway in Foxtrot, which is a figure that I’ve done lots of times before in Waltz, so that made switching over to dance in Foxtrot timing even harder. We eventually managed, but that was because I had started humming to myself a bit to switch things over internally.

Later that night there was a dance party going on, and this one was being presented by the Royal Dance Court that I was recently elected to be a member of. It was my first real chance to put a good foot forward, even before we had our official swearing-in meeting where I would get my name added to the roster. The dance party was also really interesting because it was a joint party where our group teamed up with one of the local West Coast Swing clubs to dance the night away. I made sure to arrive to the party early and bring an offering of Christmas cookies to share. They were offering a lesson in basic West Coast Swing right before the dance party got underway, and I wanted to be around to jump in on the lesson in case we ended up with more women than men. It turned out that they did need me to step in, so I got to help out with things. There was one younger couple who was there, members of the West Coast Swing club, and since they each already knew all the basic figures that would be taught that night they AyAyAyItsChristmas1decided to switch places so that they could each learn the opposite person’s part. Dancing with him was funny. He was ever-so-slightly taller than me, which was considerably taller than every one of the girls that was in the class. I got to make jokes with him whenever he passed through, which always makes me happy. After the class was over he told me that I was by far his favorite person to dance with in the class because I had the strongest lead, which made it easy for him to follow what he was supposed to be doing. I thought that was amusing since there were some of the higher-level West Coast Swing club members in the class with us, and I would have thought that their lead would be better than mine, since West Coast Swing is what they spend almost all their time on. I guess us ballroom kids care more about providing a strong lead than they do. I’ve heard similar stories about people who go out Salsa dancing at clubs – generally the lead is very loose, and if you’re used to dancing ballroom it just feels… sloppy. Anyway, we didn’t cover a whole lot of material in class, since it was beginner-level. We started with a simple Underarm Turn, then covered the Sugar Push (I was always told that the Sugar Push was the basic figure for West Coast Swing, so it was weird that the instructor did that second), then the Whip, and finally a Whip with Underarm Turn.

Once the lesson was over, they started the dance party. The format for this party was going to be different from things I normally go to – the evening started with the DJ playing a lot of ballroom-style songs that you could also dance West Coast Swing to if you were so inclined. The DJ pleaded with everyone that if they wanted to go out and try West Coast Swing during one of the traveling ballroom dances, that they stay in the middle so that everyone else could go counter-clockwise around them. For various Latin and Swing style dances mixing everyone together on the floor wasn’t so much of an issue. This seemed to work out pretty well for everyone… until we got to Viennese Waltz. They did two of them that evening, and both times the DJ told everyone that the song was only a Viennese Waltz, so people who didn’t know how to dance that style should stay off the floor. The first time through seemed to be OK, and everyone not dancing just hung out on the edge of the floor watching. The second time a Viennese Waltz was played, one of the West Coast Swing kids decided he wanted to try dancing about a minute into the song. He took the girl he was going to dance with and then tried to walk out to AyAyAyItsChristmas2the middle of the room. Sparkledancer and I were rounding the corner as he was doing that, and I had to pull up short to avoid crashing into them as they were walking onto the floor. The people behind me also had a near miss, having to stop to keep from crashing into that couple and into Sparkledancer and I. I don’t know why that guy thought it would be a good idea to try that… it’s a lot like trying to run across a highway when there are no crosswalks or stop lights to slow the cars down for you. Who does that? What other funny things happened during the party… well, HotDog spent a large portion of the evening trying to engage the girl who taught the West Coast Swing class in conversation. The more I see him out at these parties, the more I am able to look around the room and pick out the ladies who he will rotate through dancing throughout the night. He definitely has a type. The West Coast Swing club members were also much more fun to hang around with during this party than they were the last few times I was around them. None of them made snide comments about me doing ballroom-style West Coast Swing, and I even danced a West Coast Swing with one girl from the club who was super impressed that I slightly overturned a Whip to change our slot so that we were moving perpendicular to how we started. Apparently in all her time dancing West Coast Swing, she had never seen anyone do that before. I use that variation all the time as a fairly simple floorcraft maneuver to get away from people encroaching on my territory. I didn’t realize it wasn’t a widely known figure, so I’m glad I could impress someone a little (thank you for showing that to me Shawn!).

Monday night we kept up with the Swing theme that was started on Saturday night and we looked at Jive during Latin Technique class. There were a couple of people in class that didn’t do too much Jive (or even other forms of Swing, for that matter), so we ended up keeping the figures we did pretty simple and just worked on the important techniques that mattered for each. All the figures we used that night can be put together consecutively if you want to do them while out dancing yourself: we did the Tuck-In first (which apparently in the syllabus is called the “Change of Place – Left to Right” for some reason), then we did a normal Underarm Turn (also weirdly called “Change of Place – Right to Left” if you couldn’t guess). We followed that with a Waist Roll (or the “Change of Hands Behind Back”) which allowed us to get into Handshake Hold with our partner. From there we did an American Spin, got back into normal dance frame, and only then did we finally look at the Jive Basic. After doing one normal Basic we did a Whip (or a Lindy Whip, depending on what you call it) with a Throwaway at the end that we used to go AyAyAyItsChristmas3right into the Mooch. We spent most of our time looking at doing the leg flicking motion for the Mooch. I’ll admit, I cannot retract the lower half of my legs very far if I’m not pulling them up with my hands. In order to retract my legs quickly, I have to flex my hamstrings, and when doing so my range of motion is somewhat limited by the mass of muscle in my way (doing a lot of kickboxing lately has increased helped hone the musculature in my legs further). Jem was showing me how she could pull her lower leg up and make it almost weirdly flat against the back of her hamstring. Mine looks more like a ‘V’ when I do that. Also, while working on flicking our legs down sharply and bending our standing leg at the same time, I may have jammed my toes into the floor pretty hard. I don’t think anyone but me noticed (there was no way I could miss that), so luckily no one made fun of me that night for doing that. Luckily I didn’t bruise my toes doing that, although I worried that I had until I could get home and take my sock off to see the damage.

Since the holiday falls on a weird day this week and various people had plans or family coming in, all other classes got cancelled. Since I had a free night, I decided to check out the ballroom variety night that was being hosted out at the Dance Emporium on the south side of town. I’ve thought about going out there for a while, but this is the first chance I had to really make it there. Also, since everything else in town seemed to be cancelled, it was the only place open for dancing, so I could have either done this or stayed at home being lame, and I’m sure you all know by now that I am far from being lame (I like to believe that, at least). There was nothing fancy scheduled for this party, just one of the local ballroom DJs spinning tracks for dancing. Many of the songs were holiday-related, seeing as how it’s that time of year. The Dance Emporium is the home base of the local Shag club, so many of the songs played that night were some kind of Swing variety, which means that I got a good workout while I was there. Because I had just come to the club after working out on my own, it didn’t take long for me to work up a sweat again moving around. Sparkledancer met me out at the club, and we were a lot younger than everyone else who had come out that night, so we made sure to use our youthful enthusiasm to our advantage. There were a number of people out that night whom I had never met before who came to ask us about our dancing – where we learned everything, whether we were instructors, what dance halls we usually frequent. The dance floor was also much smaller than AyAyAyItsChristmas4your average dance studio’s floor, so with everyone out dancing for the Waltzes and Foxtrots, it was a crazy test of my floorcraft skills, which is always a fun thing to play around with. I was exhausted, so I didn’t stay out too late that night, but it was a good final holiday dance party to end the Christmas season on. Now there are just New Year’s dances to look forward to, and then there will be a whole new year of dancing to think about!

Well, I hope that everyone took a few minutes earlier today to remember the glorious birth of Salsa’s savior. Happy birthday to you today, Ricky. I watched people do a line dance to one of your songs last night in your honor. It was pretty amazing.

Ay, ay, ay… it’s Christmas tomorrow!
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