Jul 24, 2006


Tonight was the last night of a flamenco dance workshop I'd been taking. It's a bittersweet ending, because while I'm sad that the workshop is over, I've also been lucky enough to be able to yet again tap into my flamenco obsession. And better yet: I now have one dance under my belt. During the course of this workshop, we've learned just a few compás' worth of the bulerías. I absolutely cannot wait until the next workshop.

I don't even remember when my appreciation---and when I say "appreciation," I mean "insatiable appetite"---for flamenco began. But all I know is that I have been obsessed with this musical and dance style for decades. And I don't know what inspired me, but I decided to finally get off my butt and do something about it. As a kid, I'd danced tap and jazz, so the discipline needed to follow along in a dance class came naturally to me.

Anyway. The workshop is over, and I totally didn't suck. I think I'll be dancing flamenco for a while. Maybe, just maybe, I'll be good enough to perform. We'll see.

(Photo credit: "Flamenco Dancers," Jo Slater-Thomas)

1 comment:

Polt said...

I'm sorry, but everytime I hear Flamenco dancers, I think of those pink birds, with the candlestick legs and huge beaks trapsing around in a swamp.

hehehehhe....sorry, i can't help it...hehehehhe