that was an awesome concert last saturday (6/12) at club lido.
jose masso, the night’s mc, started with a rapid fire introduction of the night, its organizers and set the tone. he acknowledged ahmed and april, the nyc dancers they brought to dance on stage, and april’s recent boston salsa congress. (more…)
Sunday 5/30/04:
It’s now a couple of weeks since the end of the LA congress, and coverage of the shows might be less interesting as you’ve probably read about them elsewhere, (not to mention less fresh in my mind). Let me point out the ones I most enjoyed before sharing how I finally found dance satisfaction the last night, and closing with some general comments about the congress / suggestions for next year. (more…)
Chapter 13: Homeward Bound
__________________________________________________________
———
Previously Deleted/Lost Scene
Restored Outtake:
I forgot to mention the security checks we had to go through on our
way back to the UK. These were the kind I had expected on our way in,
but for some reason didn’t get. Realising their mistake they made up
for this by making us go through about 20 minutes worth of scans, bag
checks and the like before we got on the plane in Boston. (more…)
Chapter 12: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
________________________________________________________________
We woke up Monday morning after our first proper nights sleep since
the previous Wednesday. We had the buffet breakfast and went back to
our rooms to pack. Nik was to pick us up at lunch time after his
morning at work. We killed time by watching the in-room TV,
principally comprised of middle aged American women in full make up
with big hair telling us about “the importance of being a mother” and
other exciting subjects. Shiny men with names like Brently P Narwhal
told us about the weather and sports we were not interested in. We
checked out by leaving our key-cards on our beds and went down to the
lobby to wait for Nik. (more…)
Chapter 11: Escape From New York
_________________________________________________________________
I awoke around 8.30am, 4 ½ hours straight sleep. A record for our
time here so far but I knew that we would be ok sleep wise from now
on. I went out to get coffee for us both.
[I would make a lovely wife, but Ricardo already has one and despite
being in close proximity to him for days on end, seeing him several
times in his underwear and also having disinhibiting beer in his
presence, I can honestly say I have no ‘feelings’ for him].
We were both walking through a street market by 10.30am
and at Chinatown via a taxi for 11.30. (more…)
Chapter 10: At the Copa, Copacabana
_________________________________________________________________
Our El Barrio Taxi arrived downtown Manhattan around midnight. A
large queue had formed outside and around the New Copacabana [which
had replaced the former Less New Copacabana, that of course had
replaced the Quite Old Copacabana and of course there was the
Original Copacabana out there somewhere in the past too, sorry, where
was I?]. (more…)
Chapter 9: Who Loves Ya Baby?
_________________________________________________________
We headed out of La Fonda and the night air was distinctly chilly.
Making our way to the next block we passed through the neighborhood
basketball court and turned the corner. Lapiz stopped outside a high
mesh wire fence. “We’re here,” he said. (more…)
Chapter 8: Sweet, like Chocolate
________________________________________________________________
We piled into Janes car. Lapiz took the front passenger seat. As
Richie already commented on this I’ll refer back to his earlier post
for the following description:
– Jane’s driving skills and acute direction taking, or lack thereof… (more…)
Chapter 7: Un Gran Dia en el Barrio
_________________________________________________________________
The weather was still fantastic. The B Team arrived as their name
suggested, last, and Lapiz and Ricardo headed off to get us all
bottles of water to help us make it through the tour [by now the weather
was officially ‘hot’]. We all met underneath the statue of Duke Ellington
and were told that opposite was planned a similar one of Tito Puente.
Well, we were on TP Way so there should hardly be many objections. (more…)
Chapter 6: Looking for Soul Food and a place to eat
__________________________________________________________________
Casa Latina was easy to spot, the big sign ‘Casa Latina’ being over
the shop. We entered the fabled store and I handed the man who wasn’t
Vincente my list of wants. “You want all these?” he doubted. “No, the
ones starred are essential, I’ll let you select half a dozen more for
me. I’ll trust your judgement”. (more…)
Chapter 5: The Chinese Way
_________________________________________________________________
The taxi dropped us off in Boston?s small but perfectly formed
Chinatown. The ten minute taxi ride had cost us more than the 4 hour
bus trip to NYC which was a bargain at $10 each, single way. Now, for
that sort of money you might expect a no frills experience. That’s
exactly what you get. You also get additional Chinese downright
rudeness. There were obviously far too many people for the bus and
shouting matches were breaking out all over the place. (more…)
Chapter 4: Ballroom Blitz
________________________________________________________________
Inside, the Boston Hilton looks like any other big city chain hotel.
Everything is nice. Everything is shiny. Everything is clean.
Everything is a bit soulless.
We made our way to the ballroom and on
entering could see someone looking suspiciously like a kick ass salsa
DJ. It was Nik preparing some of the music for that nights
performances. (more…)
Chapter 3: No Sleep ?til Boston
__________________________________________________________________
The 3.10pm British Virgin Atlantic flight to Boston was packed. The
aisle seat of our row was taken up by a man called Paul from
Vermont. “Is that where they make Vermouth” I quipped, but he didn’t
seem to get the joke and explained to me in what I considered to be
too much detail all about his State. (more…)
Chapter 2: London Calling
________________________________________________________
Ricardo entered my room in his underwear at 5.20am.
“Hey big boy, what took you so long” I said.
“We gotta get up, the taxi is here, we’ve overslept” was his reply.
Ten minutes later we were heading out of the door. (more…)
Chapter 1: Robin Hood & some merry men
__________________________________________________________
After packing the night before I set off from work in Lancaster
early. Nothing new there of course, but this time I actually had a
reason to finish early.
Following Ricardo’s directions to the letter I overshot the turn off
junction on the M6 and had to back track to Nottingham via the M42 at
Birmingham. So, the A50 is correctly known as the A500 I noted. This
was going well, I thought. The weather was very pleasant and I
cruised through Nottingham to the relaxed sounds of Son Boricua’s
Clasicos 60’s. (more…)
This journal, 76 pages when printed, was originally posted in chapters on the SalserosCollective e-board. This edition corrects many of the original spelling and grammar errors [but probably creates new ones] and adds in about 30 recovered memories and follow up messages/information received once home. It appears here due to popular demand, but is far too long for those of you with the attention span of a newt, go read a ten line review of some club in Nebraska instead. (more…)
what a difference a week makes, or more accurately a dj makes. last night at ryles was rob’s dj debut and several on2 ladies were there (certainly not because of anything written in this blog). no complaints from me this time around.
but apparently one person’s blessing is another’s curse. a lady told the proprietor she wasn’t happy with the dj. when asked why, she said because he made all the on2 ladies show up and all the men were asking them to dance and she wasn’t asked as much as in other weeks. oooh! had i been there, i might have pointed out that her’s was not a problem that a few classes with april, ana, or burju couldn’t fix.
el gran combo and la india are in town this weekend for a joint concert. there will be several dancers from new york on stage including ahmed, desireé, gina, and kimberli. i haven’t been to wonderland ballroom (aka club lido) in a long time and am looking forward to it.
I find that I remember for months turn patterns I learn from some instructors, while I don’t remember for a week turn patterns from others. This has been vexing me for a long time particularly since all the classes I take are by instructors teaching material I really like. I finally figured out why some are memorable and others aren’t.
Teachers, listen up. What follows may be the best nuggets of teaching advice you’ll come across in a long time. (more…)
thursday nights at club cache are the best in the ny salsa scene. i only wish it were earlier since i have to awaken very early to work it’s from 10pm-2am…nothing but non-stop salsa dancing in an open, addictive & positive environment.
i attended jimmy anton’s social on sunday- as usual- great. jimmy anton was DJing with another DJ- I’d like to tknow who he is bc i loved his selections- he didnt abuse the fast-paced stuff.
Saturday 5/29/04:
Got to Salsa Land the same relatively early time in the evening, but there was already a line outside the performance tent. Right next door in the dance tent, DJ Nelson Torres was spinning to an empty dance floor (zero people). People were in their seats for more than half an hour before the show started and could have gone next door to dance but no one did. I asked Nelson and he said that was the only time slot he had all evening. Such a waste to have one of New York’s best DJs and no one dancing. (more…)
Powered by WordPress