a part of Transcendence mini-series We embraced. The softness of her embrace was made even sweeter by the softness of her sweater, made out of wool of the softest sheep, I'm sure. We took a couple of moments to get cozy in the embrace while I continued to chew the crisps. There was no way of hiding it, so I thought best be done with it fast. The movement of my jaw moved her cheek. She laughed at the fact she was about to dance with a hamster. I felt relieved when the crisps were finally on their way south. Something about the music was off, but in a good way. My body naturally reacted to it with the smallest movements inside the body, followed by subtle movement of the feet, changing the standing leg. When this started to happen, Agnieszka responded with the same inner movements. We were playing a game! The music was so unpredictable it leaved me absolutely no extra head space for any tactics or planning. So for a while, we were just standing on the spot, having fun with what I could only describe as 'micro tango.' I'm sure that nothing could be seen from the outside. It was like a private joke. At some point the body decided to move. So I moved with Agnieszka following my lead perfectly. The music did not get any less unpredictable (or weird for that matter), but it didn't bother me. Something truly unusual was entering my consciousness: I could hear better with Agnieszka, having her ear so close to mine. Sounds crazy, but in a metaphysical way it makes sense. As a consequence, my body gained an ability of precognition and somehow managed to stay completely in sync with the music my brain has never heard before. And I knew I couldn't have done it alone. We started each new song of the tanda with the micro tango. We were getting so good at it I had a thought: "Have we been practicing this before?" The last song of the tanda blurred all lines of leading and back-leading. To be honest, I have to admit that I was no longer leading, nor following her back-lead. It was the music. We were both following the music. And luckily, we heard it in the same way. It moved us in the same way. I started hearing the voice in my head: »This is too much! I can't handle it! Surely any time now we will fall out of this string of lucky coincidences.« But nothing like this happened. I brushed myself aside and stayed in the flow. Something arose from my gut to my understanding: Unity. This was it. This was truly it. The tanda ended. I was grateful, moved, excited, totally open and, frankly, totally lost. That evening, I kept asking myself who was leading the rhythmical weight-shifting phrases? Who was leading all of the subtlety our tanda was so full of? I texted Agnieszka if she knew what music we were dancing to. Yes, I was rationalizing, thinking she must had known the music and did a really good job at back-leading. "Yes, I think I've heard the music before. But while we were dancing, I didn't recognize it. I perceived the music in a totally different way. It seemed so... cosmonautic. In a good way," she texted back. We were dancing to Biagi. I enjoyed the whole tanda, but Nada became my favourite song instantly. I was very unproductive the next days. Agnieszka and Biagi just kept playing in my head. Now I understood what they mean with the famous tango slogan »four legs, ... one heart.« Though I wasn't sure about the whole 'heart thing'. It wasn't the heart quality that moved me. It was something larger, lighter and... more white. To call things what they were, I was screwed. And I only get screwed with out-of-this-world amazing things. At least it's what I tell myself. It is necessary I keep the image of a cool guy, especially in the face of all this tango madness... But yes, screwed nonetheless :) I had to talk to someone. One that knew me and knew tango. I had to talk to another tanguero. As I had hoped for, Mr.M was a good listener. He listened to my story, smiled every now and then and just generally displayed the signs of an old man who understands the young fool. In return, he shared his little story with Agnieszka. Mr.M: »... after my tangasm with Agnieszka -« Blaz: »Tangasm! Is that what it's called? Aaaa!« Mr.M: »Well, yes, I think your story falls into this category.« Blaz: »Ok, so after your - wait, you had one too?« Mr.M: »So the next time I danced with her, it wasn't so great. I was very disappointed.« Blaz: »Aa... yes, I can understand that.« I have to say this: I was much more spiritual before I got kidnapped by tango. It's a trap, people! Don't do it! ! Transcendence part 2: the tanda (extraordinary) is a part of Transcendence mini-series. New episode coming soon !
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AuthorBlaz B, social tango dancer since February 2015. I'm sharing these posts to inspire future tango beginners, to encourage today's beginners and to possibly entertain those dancers, who have already become regulars at tango heaven.
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