Showing posts with label Addiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Addiction. Show all posts

Saturday, 8 January 2011

On Pearl Boy

A fellow dancer regularly comes out with pearls on salsa. Let’s call him “Pearl Boy” in case he comes out with any more and we need to refer to him again.

For context, Pearl Boy has been dancing for approximately two and a half years. He’s completely hooked on LA style salsa and has never danced any other style to date, nor does he yet seem interested in doing so. He is currently going through a rather lengthy phase in which he goes out dancing as often as he can. He is especially satisfied if he succeeds in dancing more than six nights in a row. Whenever possible, Pearl Boy attends local classes and is routinely sweaty and out of breath by the time some of the more relaxed dancers walk into the club. Most importantly, Pearl Boy is proud of his salsa obsession.

When I last saw Pearl Boy at a congress, he was in the midst of a crazy salsa workshop and party binge. Unfortunately since he is a man of extremes, Pearl Boy was rather tired after this particular experience. Indeed, he loved the congress and wishes to attend many more. However, he does not wish to miss out on the festivities of future congresses on account of being tired. He has thus declared that he will never again be attending classes at congresses. It’s a shame that he’ll be missing out on the excellent tuition available at these events, but that’s how it is.

At the same congress, Pearl Boy shared with me his strategy for getting better dances. Never ask a girl to dance at the beginning of the song, says Pearl Boy. No, you see, it is far more intelligent to ask the girl to dance in the middle of the song. Why, I ask? Well, says Pearl Boy, if you ask a girl to dance mid-song, and she turns out to be terrible, then you only have to dance with her for half the dance. If however, she turns out to be a great dancer, then you can ask her for another one as soon as the first one ends, thus granting yourself a dance and a half with said fabulous dance partner!

That is definitely a strategy I hadn’t heard before. Normally dancers are happy to sit back and watch for a song, absorb their surroundings, appreciate the music and seek to better understand the geography of the dance floor. Not so for Pearl Boy. He loves to dance so much (and thinks he's so brilliant) that he can’t stand the idea of watching a whole song go by without being on the dance floor for at least half of it!

Monday, 20 December 2010

On 2010

I thought it might be interesting to list the big salsa events that I attended this year. While it is my aim to post reviews for all of them, I'm not sure it makes sense to go all the way back (since I'll be attending many of them again in 2011). However, if you have any questions about any of them and want an opinion, let me know!

If not to serve the general salsa dancing public, let this be proof of how addicted I am to salsa and travelling far and wide for it!

1. Stars of Salsa (January, London, UK, Weekender)
2. Zurich SalsaFestival (February, Zurich, Switzerland, Full congress)
3. Festival Salsa de Monaco (March, Monaco, Monte Carlo, Full congress)
4. Mambocity (April, London/Heathrow, UK, Full congress)
5. Brussels Salsa Festival (May, Brussels, Belgium, Full congress)
6. Croatia Sun, Sea, Salsa Festival (June, Rovinj, Croatia, Parties only + beach time)
7. Bournemouth Cuban Congress (August, Bournemouth, UK, Friday and Saturday parties only)
8. NYC Salsa Festival (September, NYC, USA, Full congress + Frankie Martinez and Maria Torres classes)
9. Lille Tumbao Festival (September, Lille, France, Saturday night party only)
10. Berlin Salsa Festival (October, Berlin, Germany, Full congress)
11. Valbonne Salsa Festival (October, Valbonne, France, Saturday night party only)
12. Singapore Salsa Festival (November, Singapore, Singapore, Saturday night party only)
13. Salsorro (November, Santiago de Compostella, Spain, Full congress)

I also went to Nigeria for work, Thailand and Italy for pleasure and to Portugal in passing. So a total of 13 countries.

Hopefully 2011 will be full of at least as much excitement and as many wonderful nights out dancing!

Friday, 17 December 2010

On blogs

I've been giving it some thought and I've come to the conclusion that blogging about salsa is simply the next level for me in my obsession with this dance.

First there were classes, then parties, then there was the music collection, then the friends. After that came the congresses, the salsa holidays, the Sunday afternoon salsa chill-out sessions. And finally, when talking about salsa to my salsa friends ultimately became insufficient, I went looking for blogs and forums as a way to express those thoughts which would otherwise be thoroughly uninteresting to lay people.

So yes, I'll admit it, I'm a talker. To call me "the one who won't shut up" would be an understatement. And yes, I'm aware that I have a tendency to go on...and on...and on some more! Hence why the blog format works - no one needs to read or listen, but I still get the feeling that of airing my thoughts to all and sundry. When all you seemingly want to talk about is "Salsa", this format becomes even more important - How else to get those crucial salsa-thoughts out, without scaring the many who are quite ignorant of the topic (and in many cases wish to remain so!)?

I'm fascinated with all the salsa debates and what different opinions people have on them. 
E.g.:
- The merits of one dance style versus another
- The merits and characteristics of songs and ways in which they can be classified and interpreted
- The hierarchy on the dance floor
- The different approaches people take to salsa - skill vs. entertainment
- The way people approach others on the dance floor - friend, acquaintance, passing dance partner?

These are just a few examples. Generally these debates can be launched by a lay person asking a silly question, but most serious dancers will have an opinion on each topic. As you become more acquainted with the salsa community and its unwritten code, your position on each topic will evolve and your thoughts on each matter will be become more detailed. Hence the need to make space for more such thoughts by evacuating those that have already matured. And voilĂ , the salsa blog is born!

Sunday, 12 December 2010

On the urge

A friend of mine has also started a salsa blog. She's based in Paris and has been dancing for longer than I have, so is likely to have some interesting thoughts to share. Check it out:

It's interesting, because in one of her recent posts (8th December 2010), she mentions that in the early days, nothing could stop her from going out and dancing, that she'd dance most nights of the week and that rain or snow, she would be out on a dance floor somewhere, dancing with absolutely everyone. She asked why the feeling has changed, why she has become more selective, why the cold is now an impediment to a good night's dancing and why she finds herself being more responsible in considering her next day at work rather than only the pending happiness of her feet.

I have been a witness to this change in myself as well. There was a time when I was at dinner with a guy but ditched him and any potential future plans (and relationship) with him because I needed to dance that night. Needed - there was really no other option. There were countless other friends who realised that on certain nights I was not available because there was only one thing that I wanted or was prepared to do. Priorities were reordered, non-dancers were mildly offended, but I could not be stopped. 

Nowadays, things are different. I rarely go dancing more than once a week and in doing so, only go to one place. I find excuses for the other nights - the all too real "I'm still at work" or "I have a conference call", the cold, the rain, the crowd, the floor, the music. I need a guarantee that it will all be perfect for it to be worth my while. Where I used to promise myself that I would never go home after work, make dinner and chill out in front of the TV - I thought I could escape this plight because there's always an open salsa venue somewhere - I now enjoy doing this. I feel like I've aged, like I no longer have the energy I once had and as I can no longer drive myself to such extremes of activity. 

To be clear, this new lethargy does not mean that I am any more available for non-dancers, I haven't changed the order of my priorities or relocated salsa to a lower position in the list. However, somehow, I've just slowed it all down a notch.

When I meet young recruits to the salsa world and they enthusiastically tell me that they dance six nights a week, I smile and silently think they are crazy. And I know that I am giving them the same disapproving look that non-dancers and dancers alike used to give me. Of course, people still give me the same look - to most people, I appear to be just as obsessed, but from inside, it feels different. Just like my friend, I miss that crazy insane joy that used to push me out of the house and onto the dance floor. The trepidation, the accelerating heartbeats, the excitement of knowing that I would be dancing soon. 

So what is it that makes us mature into this lazier breed of social dancer? And does the craziness really go away? I wrote a post ahead of the New York Salsa Congress when I felt I was going mildly insane. Back in August, I was gripped with salsa fever. Now, it seems to have died down once again and while I want to dance and am happy when I do, there is no craziness involved. Perhaps this is healthy? 

Or perhaps I'm simply focused on different things. My current focus is one night - Sundays at SOS ("Salsa on Sundays" in Russell Square). To my mind, this is the best night of the week, marked by its dancers, its DJs, its floor, its ambiance - it's truly the haven for dancers that it aims to be. My more balanced attitude for salsa on most days of the week is still matched with my physical need to go to SOS on Sundays. The mere thought of missing those golden three hours of dancing makes me miserable! 

In conclusion, I would maintain that, as least in my case, the craziness is still there. I think I have become better at managing it, at appearing normal, at showing to others that I am a balanced human being. Ultimately, I still get crazed, as evidence by the pre-New York episodes. I get upset when the best three hours of my week are taken from me. And I spend most of my daydream time thinking about possible congresses to go to. 

Clearly, the obsession is still alive and well.

Thursday, 26 August 2010

Rationalising the habit

As you become more serious about salsa, it necessarily starts to take a place within your weekly plans. At the beginning, it may be your weekly class, later, your weekly club night, later still, your weekends and holidays. The point is, whatever the regularity of your habit, you start making time for it and become less flexible about cancelling.

In so doing though, you never say "I can't cancel, because I'm hooked", but you make up a number of other excuses to justify to yourself and to others, why this seemingly unimportant activity, scheduled to occur on a regular basis, cannot be missed. Bear in mind that the excuse needs to be good enough to explain why you cannot simply put it off until the week after.

As the addiction progresses, the justification moves from being event focused to a full-on lifestyle justification.

1) Commitment - When you start, you make an active commitment to learning to partner dance. Before the addiction set in, you actually needed to convince yourself to get out of the house and into a new location full of new people. It's easy to cancel, but you don't, because you know that if you do, you'll probably chicken-out of turning up again. That said, I was "committed" to learning to dance long past the point that I became addicted. Unfortunately though, the "commitment" argument only works for activities undertaken only once or twice a week. Once you migrate to taking multiple classes and going to multiple club nights, you can no longer use this excuse.

2) Limited time frame - This one goes hand in hand with the previous argument. So long as you can claim that the reason you are dancing every night is because you have one chance to do so, for a limited time frame before you quit, your activity is acceptable. I indulged for a summer, testing the limits of whether I could dance for 7 nights in a row without getting sick (the answer is no). But this was fine because it was the last hurrah before I moved on to better pursuits (i.e. start a new job and start taking life a bit more seriously). Also note that with salsa, the last hurrah attempt doesn't work, it will only get you more hooked.

3) Stress relief - "I have a high pressure job and need salsa as an outlet for the stress". This one works for a while, but once you've survived your high pressure job for a year or so, people tend to assume that you've learnt to deal with the pressure and can spend less time seeking stress relief and more time socialising outside of the salsa scene. Obviously, abandoning the salsa scene is not viable, so a new excuse is a must!

4) Skill - Once you've become proficient at salsa to a degree, you can no longer claim to gentiles that you're committed to learning the broader ability of partner dancing, since you've clearly reached and passed this particular post. You thus may go through a phase where you explain away your addiction by depicting to your family, friends and colleagues that you are still pursuing the habit for the technical skill involved. This one is particularly useful when you start attending congresses, or when you learn to dance on2 - it's no longer about learning how to dance, but about honing your technique or learning from the masters. Somehow making salsa sound like a science seems to smooth the news that you won't be attending yet another high school reunion due to a non-descript salsa party somewhere.

5) Friends - "I'm not going to dance, in fact, I don't even want to dance, but it's the only way I can see this particular (group of) friend(s)" or "It's the most convenient way for me to see this many people in a short space of time" or "I'm not hooked, they are - my friends refuse to see me unless I turn up at their salsa club (of worship)". So many options revolve around friends - you can quite easily blame them and thus absolve yourself of almost all salsa-loving responsibility. Pleading with a non-salsa friend about the importance of the salsa friends is a delicate balance though - you want to emphasize how loyal a friend you are, while de-emphasising the real frequency with which you see your salsa vs. non-salsa friends. Citing one particular person is always a good bet as well. However, the excuse must be phrased in such a way that you avoid the "but you see them every week" comeback. Incidentally, friends are a highly valid excuse - why else would you explain that those who break limbs, twist ankles or are sick beyond belief still turn up, crutches and all, to salsa clubs? The point here is to find a way to express this to non-salsa friends in a way that leads them away from believing that you just looking for your latest salsa fix.

6) Guys - I have been known to feign a crush on a guy to add relevance to the friend scenario cited above. Being pathetically under a man's spell - most people can relate to that, right?

7) Family - Ultimately, the salsa community becomes your family, your support centre, your point of stability. The community provides you with the sense that you belong to something bigger. Salsa addicts know this, gentiles may well understand it. However stay away from words usually used to describe religions or sects when explaining it to them!

8) Travel - As you become further entwined with the salsa world, the tendency to go jetting off to salsa congresses becomes one you need to justify as well. People generally find it harder to comprehend why you might fly to the other corner of the earth to dance for a small fortune, when in their non-dancer opinions, you could do so in your backyard for a lot less money. Options 5 and 6 are yet again worthy excuses as meeting up with friends from remote locations in less remote common locations is a worthwhile excuse. And who needs to mention that it's a salsa congress, right? You can also refer to Option 4 - access to highly skilled teachers unavailable locally. Alternatively, having the travel bug is somewhat of an accepted modern day affliction. Remember that it's best to come back with pictures of the city you visited though for this argument to be credible!

9) Full on denial - Sometimes it's just unreasonable to tell people that you are going to yet another congress. While I do not advocate lying, the true addict may feel like they will save themselves from the loony bin for a little longer if the sheer intensity of the addiction were not disclosed to all and sundry. Trips to see faraway grandmothers, high school friends' weddings in foreign countries, flying home to see the parents all qualify. How can this be wrong? As a bonafide salsa addict, if you were doing these things, you would have probably found a way to go out dancing anyway, so the gentile probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference. Incidentally, my parents still do not see a difference between attending a congress and dropping into a congress party night - have tried explaining, but gave up.

10) Acceptance - Please note that I do not refer here to acceptance by the salsero of his/her addiction, but by the acceptance by the gentiles of the salsero's true nature. There comes a point in your salsa life when even so much as suggesting you are going on holiday with a group of friends is met by a sceptical gaze and an assuming comment to the tune of "is this another salsa thing?". At this point, either it isn't a salsa thing and you find that you've lost all credibility, or it is, and you end up feeling rather uncomfortable at the realisation that the gentiles seem to have accepted that you have a problem, while you yourself are still in denial.