Learnin’ to Lindy where everyone’s friendly
Must get fitter. I resolve to use the stairs when going to my flat (it’s on the 6th floor) and to practice the Solo Jazz routine every day. My wife has a Spotify account so getting hold of the track from last week’s lesson was easy. I end up doing the Jazz routine morning and evening because it’s really fun. I’m not sure my resolution to use the stairs makes it through the week.
The beginners’ lesson was, yet again, very enjoyable. I recognise a couple of faces. ‘Man in shorts who’s good and clearly helping the teachers by being a follow/lead was there again’ I need to find out his name, or at least start thinking of him as just ‘man in shorts’. There also seems to be a lot of new people (and some from last week are missing). I completely fail to retain anybody’s name again but my basic steps seem to be getting better. I can definitely think rock-step, triple-step, step-step, triple-step to a beat. I’m also executing some of the moves ok, although by the end of the lesson I’ve forgotten what the start of the routine is, maybe I should be practicing memory exercises as well as my dancing… I’m still enjoying myself and that’s the main thing.
Solo Jazz was run by Leanne (I remembered! – although I probably spelt it wrong). It was a routine called The Stew. Now, before the lesson I thought I might try some social dancing after this, because I did actually feel fitter this week. I did not do social dancing. By the end of the session we were moving at what felt like 300 miles an hour. By this point I’m not even sure I’m on time to the music (probably not!). I’m tired and my brain is saying just… keep… kicking… I was, however smiling (in between jagged breaths).
One great thing about the Solo Jazz session (other than The Stew, which is definitely great) was getting run through ‘the festival toilet pose’ to make sure I’m standing properly. I won’t go through it here – Leanne gives a very good explanation. Suffice to say I can easily remember it and I am now trying to use the festival toilet pose when practicing.
I went home after Solo Jazz. I was tired, but could have done the social dancing. I was also, however, covered in sweat and didn’t want to inflict that on anyone.
Who is this guy?
Dan has been learning Lindy Hop from scratch with the fine people at Manchester Lindy and has recently started talking about himself in the third person. When Dan is not dancing he is working in Manchester as an IT contractor or at home with his wife and child in the South of England.
If you are at the Freemason’s Hall on Tuesday and are brave or foolish enough to fancy a dance with Dan, look for the balding man with the ginger and white beard (or the only one that will admit it). Dan does not know how to say no so you are guaranteed success!