Saturday, March 15, 2014

Tango Workshop Orgasms

               It happened again….so good, so long, so nice, it lasted all the way home to Wisconsin and beyond. It was a journey just getting there but it was worth it.  
               When we are totally exhausted, that is when we are most open to new frontiers: physical, emotional, spiritual and more.
               The object of torture is to wear down the victim to the point where he will believe anything. It is an Oriental art that the Argentines have perfected.
               Tango workshops often border on that fine line between art and torture.
               When a tango instructor takes us on a painstaking analysis of a maddeningly simple and fundamental concept, it is a struggle to keep up. If we do, we are usually rewarded with an unexpected pleasure that I am calling the Tango Workshop Orgasm.
               It occurs halfway through the first class of the second day of the seminar. We are given one further piece of the puzzle and, instead of the same two songs that have been playing over and over, we are exposed to a new one, an unfamiliar piece of music that the instructor, our interrogator, finds personally appealing.
               That’s when it happens.
               The music resonates with a chord being struck somewhere deep inside us, in our subconscious, or on a cosmic level or who knows where, but it is profound and moving. Fatigue leaves us and we submit to the arcane-ness of the lesson, that we will be exploring this simple movement forever.
               The Tango Workshop Orgasm is not a few moments of spasm followed by a messy release of body fluids. It is a soul-searing, slow-motion explosion that lasts for several days, past the point where you leave the classroom and begin, once again, to interact with ordinary humans.



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