He guides her into a walk. They are already there. So simple....yet excitement grows - the prelude to three minutes of exquisite communication between the sexes. The passionate song unfolds. You don't have to know the person or even want to know them. It seems different with each partner. You learn about yourself through the partnership. The Tango experience ...
It takes your breath away.
So breathe. Relax.
You want to know about posture and how to move your body - not just how to do steps. How to be elegant and poised; comfortable with who you are.
Ah, this is about who I am. And who do I want to be? What mask shall I present as I find out who I am? The dancers seem to have no expression - except concentration - on their faces. The emotions are brewing within.
The heart is beating.
Someone has to decide what how they move - that's the lead. He uses his (body & mind) attitude, hands and his intentions to tell her legs what to do ... ask her if she'll do it. Her legs, in and out of his, tell the story. Their faces reveal only the mask. Everything of meaning is deeper.
Ocho atras; giro (sounds like "hero") 'round to the left and right; cadencia; cadena; salida, sacada - some names of the steps and the lyrics of the songs are in "Lunfardo," the Spanish dialect of the Porteños of Buenos Aires who invented Tango.
The music slows. The man suspends his partner and they gently sway, somewhere without time. She waits with him. The music will tell them what to do.
It changes to a harder pulse. They move again in an expression that will never be exactly repeated, even though their feet are doing the same steps they have learned in class. This moment is how they feel right now - and it will never be precisely the same again. This is the dance that was invented for a universe of Relativity and Quantum Mechanics. Dynamic. Uncertain and slightly scary. Personal.
We have dreams that might not be realized; problems eluding solution; desires life might not fulfill. In some way we are all immigrants seeking a home. But we have the answers for our troubles in this moment. We find them in Tango Argentino.
The milonga experience - social tango dancing - is intoxicating. People from everywhere and of all ages move counter-clockwise around the room as the great Tango orchestras' recordings play heavenly music. Bodies touch and relate, proving beyond all doubt that there is a humanity surrounding us, supporting us. The motion gratifies the physical need humans have to move rhythmically and in concert with another. Add the real intellectual challenge/satisfaction, and you know why you love Tango. Physical, metaphysical. The duality of nature in aspect.
Chan-Chan! The song has ended. Its emotions ran a gamut, constantly changing patterns in a surprising way that no other musical form attempts. In the last three minutes we have felt trepidation, excitement, joy, harmony, regret and satisfaction. We've been to other places and times and come back having shared without talking; gained without losing; experienced intensely personal feelings without being exposed or alone. It's fantastic. Tango is more than you can say in words.
Argentine Tango has much to reveal and to give, but it does so only to those who will work to gain access. Social Tango looks harder than it is, so almost anyone can learn to dance it; but there is always another level of difficulty. You can never learn all of the steps, because you can never learn all there is to life, and Tango is the great physical metaphor for life in a changing world where you are not quite alone. How you dance comes from who you are. So the more people you dance with, the more you find out about yourself, and others. And how to express yourself in a beautiful way, without the need for words.
Communication 101: it takes two.
Now Argentine Tango is becoming a rage again. In cities all over the world, ordinary people are drawn to the mystery; the sweet melancholy; the sensual pleasure and social satisfaction it gives. They want to learn more. In a world full of anxiety, its touch is a tonic.
Full of heart.
"He danced well, as if it were natural and joyous in him to dance, [with] a
certain subtle exultation like glamour in his movement, and his face the
flower of his body." - D. H. Lawrence