I call them tango outbursts. If you’ve never been to Buenos Aires you likely imagine that people there spontaneously dance tango in the streets, the parks, the cafes and even while waiting in the check-out line at the grocery store. They don’t. I have never seen anyone dance tango anywhere other than a prescribed location at a specific time. You do see tangueros in the streets performing for tourist dollars – not because they are struck by the passion of the moment, the beauty of the music heard in a restaurant, or while walking by a music store.
So far, it’s only happened to me twice. Once on the sidewalk after a class – trying to work out the move we just learned and once in an ice-cream shop unable to resist the music being played. That’s not near enough – I’d like it happen a lot more. You have to be walking with, or at least within close proximity to, a willing partner when the mood strikes.
He calls it guerrilla tango. In his hometown the email or text message would go out to the tango community, the sender would bring a boom box, and the group would gather within the hour at a central public location and dance. This shakes up an otherwise monotonous workday.
In BA this kind of subversive activity would not only be tolerated, but encouraged. Elsewhere, I’m guessing, there would be rolls of red tape: necessary permits, public safety issues, liability insurance, people’s sense of propriety and all kinds of other bureaucratic bulllshit – not to mention – people’s internal barriers. Unless we take them by surprise, dance without permission and be gone before the authorities ever arrive.
Let’s give it a try. Let’s meet in the Devonian Gardens – or – whatever the appropriate (or inappropriate!) public central location is in your city – and let’s perform random acts of Tango.
Let’s make a New Year’s resolution: everyday, everywhere, whenever the mood strikes us – DANCE. And maybe, if we remember to hold each other close, shut up and just move to the music, we can stop the fighting.