Capital Blues has come and gone and again I'm left with the same taste of gross left in my mouth about blues themed events. I can't fault the organizers of this event for their impeccable choice in teachers or music, though I wouldn't qualify Barbra Morrison as blues she was simply amazing. My discontent lies with the behavior that has come to be standard fare at these events. Being from a scene where the dancing has a very distinct sexual undertone, I feel somewhat hypocritical judging others for similar behavior, however; you can't argue that at least the Pittsburghers have style. I would have been happy to at least see the same level of style or musicality present in the endless barrage of crotch leads and beaver clamps I witnessed this weekend, though simply put, I was not so lucky.
I mean, seriously, "micro blues" (what a retarded exercise in semantics) to Barbra Morrison? To a song over 170 beats per minute? What is the point? If I am recalling what Charlie and Heidi teach correctly, that isn't part of their curriculum. I also find the whole concept somewhat contradictory to the exuberance of blues music in addition to finding it somewhat limiting. It has its time and place, none of which are in a brightly lit, vastly open and very crowded ballroom. I know several teachers are out to change how blues dancing is approached and I commend them for it, though I can't help but feel it is an uphill battle. As long as people feel it is acceptable, they will still probably rub their crotch on you.
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In other much more personal news...
My motto has become: repair, rebuild, reflect. At the end of the day my life isn't over and I'm happy enough, though still rather disappointed in the turn of events. All I can do is trust in honesty, accept the truth as I know it and look forward to what is waiting in store.
[insert more nebulous rambling about it here...]
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