My Tango Diaries

Hours, please be kind to me today Pass by quickly, let my mind drift away . . . Sweet Hours, Beth Rowley Friday morning and I'm passing time... waiting... I'm tired, disconnected, just waiting to be done with work. I make small circles with my foot while waiting for the elevator because I like the whispering sound my shoes make on the floor. It reminds me of the milonga. And it feels good to move. I needed the video from Gotan Project, Santa Maria (Del Buen Ayre) to get me going this morning, not so much for the music itself (even though it is one I like) - but because the video seems to depict tango breaking out all over the city - in office buildings, street corners - anywhere. The idea is just lovely, while I wait for the hours to pass by.

Every once in a while . . . oh, who am I kidding, frequently I catch myself listening to non-tango music and thinking, I could dance tango to that. The emotion, the rhythm - something in the music works in my head for that. Here's an example: I can totally see myself doing beautiful boleos during this song - if I could do beautiful boleos, I mean. Which I can't. Except in my head.