That was my night folks. Completely killed the mood, and I'm not sure if it was the stress on me, trying out some moves that I hadn't done in a very long time, or just the general lack of good music. I kept the complaining to myself, while this guy who looked Fred Willard, wandered around complaining loudly.
Two DJs failed to played decent music, let alone give decent lessons prior to playing said shitty music. They don't take into account that most of the people here haven't been dancing for too long. The faster and shittier the music, the sloppier and shittier the dancing. It's no wonder some of the old schoolers come in looking baked. They completely get into the zone and claim their space with an aura of, "fuck off, get outta my way".
I look forward to Tuesday nights, because the music is more bluesier and less big bandy. There's opportunity to play and have fun with the music, and it's slower tempo. It's stuff everyone can dance to, no matter the skill level.
So far this venue owes me 18 bucks, for two bad nights. I will get my money back.
The week kinda built itself up as I've been watching videos on Youtube of some old dances that I forgot, like, the standard charleston, both face to face and side to side, some old balboa tricks, a little shag. The fun stuff no one does that often. They don't really teach that stuff. Seems like they only teach the beginner stuff and light intermediate dances, then cut you off.
There was a little anxiety on my part, because I had been practicing the steps on my part and trying to work it into my deal alone. The dynamic of dancing with a mediocre dancer throws it all off. Makes ya look like a half hearted ass. To top it off I wore a pair of shoes that stuck to the floor......great.
I was looking forward to dancing with a couple girls from the week prior, but the music killed it. I could sense that they were waiting for me to ask because they kept hovering around my area. I don't know where these ladies learned how to dance, but they've got the tension down, and I like it. It's kinda like an animal recognizing its own pack. Sorry ladies, next time.
I danced a small handful of times with a coog that has picked me out every time, since I first danced with her. Now I know I haven't danced consistently in a long time, but I didn't lose the , "feel". She picked up on that, and has since been hunting me down every time. She pimps me out to the other ladies there, touting me as one of the best dancers there. I appreciate the ego boost, but hold on lady, I'm just getting back into it, and am rusty. I've got my standard boring go-tos that I'm comfortable moves that I'm comfortable with, and that's it. Tempted to start introducing myself as "Rusty", for the time being.
I've been asked already, how long have I been dancing. I respond with, "Off and On? Close to 15 years now". I feel so damn old.
Back to the coog, and here's the difference between a girl and a coog. A coog has already been to, "The Show". The coog brings an inherent sexuality to the dance, meaning the sense of space gets closer and more comfortable. It could be a good thing or a bad thing, depending on what you're in to. Me? I'm just reporting my experiences. When dancing with a girl, the sense of dance space, is just that, dance space.
Anyway, the night blew. I'm looking for other nights to get out and work on my moves. A shame...I was looking to getting some good dancing in. DJs? Get a clue.
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