Learning On-2 and other Timing Systems

I first dabbled with On-2 timing at the 2005 San Francisco Salsa Congress. It was my fifth month of salsa dancing and I scheduled a whole day of On-2 workshops, thinking it was the perfect opportunity to learn. And like most salsa On-1 dancers learning the new timing, it left like learning to throw a ninja star left-handed and under-arm.

The first challenge was to hear the rhythms that On-2 dancers adhere to as gospel. They kept advising me to “dance on the clave.” They obviously had no idea how to count, because the clave only strikes 5 times per measure, and salsa has 6 steps per measure. Thanks a lot. (anti-snark: I’m sure they meant something more profound, too bad they couldn’t communicate it.) Continue reading

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A Transcendent Essence of Dance

I danced bachata…
I danced bachata with a man…
I danced bachata with a man body-to-body…
I danced bachata with a man body-to-body and I liked it.

I think he’s straight; I suppose everyone’s on a continuum. But ultimately our sexual preferences are not important. Our identities (man, woman, trans) are not important. Our jobs or lack of job, our religion, our age even. We leave all of that at the chair when we step onto the dance floor, where we assume the role: leader, follower. Continue reading

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Down Boys, Down!

Women, I must apologize for our side of the species. I can only undertand a smidge of what you have to put up with.

Cafe Cocomo, on a recent Thursday I put down my things, changed my shoes, I greeted my friend J. by the staircase. He’s danced with other men as a leader, and I dance with him every opportunity I get not only to get some following experience from someone who won’t lead me like a bear.  but also to get dipped. All other men, will not dip me. They simply will not. I think they don’t understand that dips don’t necessarily involve crotch grinding.

I said hello and held out my hand. He hugged me instead, and we found the nearest clearing. Continue reading

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