March 10, 2008
Hermanos
Enrique y Guillermo De Fazio, d.b.a. Los Macana
(Gracias, Natalia!)
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Muy bien! What I generally love about tango is the heat between the dancers. This is the first heatless tango I’ve seen that is, nevertheless, wonderful.
It does make you kind of wonder about these guys’ childhood, though.
I know what you mean, but I think part of what I find striking when watching tango is the impersonality, actually—the way two people who are pressed so close (not the hold these guys are using, obviously) nevertheless have their faces turned in opposite directions and move their feet with such crisp precision. The blasé stance of a lady of the evening toward her gentleman of the half-hour. It looks like they’re not even paying attention to each other, though of course, they have to be, and very closely.
On those rare occasions when I’m dancing tango myself, I’m concentrating all my attention on not being too unforgivably klutzy. Hotness is not a consideration; staying upright, however, is.
I suspect that these guys’ childhood involved a whole lot of dancing.
Fabulous!
Anybody ever been to the Toolbox in Tulsa? There cowboys jitterbug to Texas Swing. Don’t know if it’s still around, the dancing was a joy to watch.
On the occasion of my 50th birthday a couple years ago, Danny and I went to New York, got outselves all dressed up and met friends at the Odeon for dinner. After cocktails then wine with dinner and after dinner drinks and the subway ride back uptown in the wee hours of the morning, I stumbled a little on the stairs as we were coming up out of the subway station. Danny took my hand. We emerged to streets dampened by a sudden brief shower. Still holding hands we began to trot toward our hotel two or three blocks away. In my memory we looked for all the world like Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly, hands clasped, outer arms up and out for balance. We hardly touched the ground, toes gracefully pointed at every step.
I’m sure if there were footage, I’d be completely wrecked by it.
What a wonderful story, Rick!
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