Shake your groove thing, shake your groove thing yeah yeah…
I am in a rare bubble of *appreciating dance and music*, having just been to niece’s dance show. It was a good night. Very colourful; good music; variety in mood and genre (or whatever genre is when applied to dance).
Son of Sanstorm came with me and he enjoyed it too.
If you’ve been following me long, you’ll know that I struggle with dance. Not just because of the related difficulties of footwear and underwear, oh no – it’s more deep seated than that. It’s an inability to be able to understand the WHY of dance. But this kind of dance – dance in a dance show- has a purpose – or, in fact, many purposes. Maybe the purpose is different for every parent or participant – but this show was clearly to entertain and was well constructed with that purpose.
Much as this was Niece’s night…
I went to that very same dance school when I was young. I did ballet, tap, modern and acrobatic dancing. I gave up because I couldn’t do a backwards walkover unless I was on a hill. I also couldn’t do the splits without fearing that my legs would lock that way or my hips would go into cramp.
Impressive though the move called “circular splits” might be, I am not sure it is much of a boon. It looks a bit… alarming? A bit “other”…
I remember that the teacher had this thing about not messing with your costume, no matter what happened – and I totally listened. When I was about four, my tiara-shaped head-dress fell down over my eyes and I left it there and soldiered on. A similar thing happened at tonight’s show, where someone lost a shoe, that sat there like the elephant in the room while people whizzed by it on either side, doing cartwheels and backbends. The show owner was a true professional and completed the dance in the style of “diddle diddle dumpling my son John” -and the shoe was retrieved safely after the curtain was down. All good. I fear if it had been retrieved mid-dance, it would have been pretty dangerous, given the flying limbs on all side. Well done that child. (Also, it added a thrilling sub-text for the audience).
The thing about the teacher was – and this is the teacher I had thirty years ago, and possibly then some – she looks EXACTLY THE SAME. So saying, we were at the back and she was only on stage for a wave at the end, but really – very impressive retention of youthfulness.
As I was going down memory lane, thinking of my performances as Rupert the Bear, a blue toothbrush, a green ballerina, a pink ballerina, a cat, a space…person (?), I began to visualise a great and glorious comeback. I ran this idea past Son of Sanstorm. He was suitably truthful about the likelihood of my success in the dancing arena…
My favourite dance of the night was a floaty white outfit dance to “Girl you’re amazing, just they way you are.” I even felt a bit moved! They all looked lovely.
Tonight there were great outfits – beautiful ballet outfits, funky jazz outfits – colour, style and backcombed ponytails at one point, even.
Flashbacks of american tan tights and kirby grips being rammed into my scalp.
Them were the days.
*shakes groove thing*