Showing posts with label swing dancing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label swing dancing. Show all posts

Sunday, December 7, 2014

If you have one song to impress a person with vintage jazz, which and why?

As dancers, choreographers, DJs, and appreciators of jazz from the 1920's to the 1940's (which I will call vintage jazz), if someone unfamiliar with the genre asks us for a sample of what we dance to, we probably have a list of at least five based on different criteria. Is it for dancing or listening pleasure? Big band, New Orleans jazz, Chicago blues, or gypsy swing? If for dancing, what kind of swing dance (lindy, charleston, balboa, or blues - omitting west coast on the basis of music)? Then there's your audience characteristics: age, musical preferences, and current view on jazz. If all they're used to are the GAP commercial, "that one swing song that comes up", or late era freestyle jazz, it may take more to convince them that it's not an elitist art enjoyed only by solemn artsies in a dark club. The optimal answer to broaden someone's perspective to jazz would be to personalize the song choice. Failing that, what is the optimal go-to jazz song to embody the boldness of the art and the expression of an era?

One song (or excerpt) is probably the minimum amount of time that a person will give you. So the question was put to the social media world; friends, dancers, and DJs alike. After getting some sass about picking only one song, the poll produced a rather extensive list of songs and observations. I compiled the songs onto a playlist, where I listened to them in succession, looking for particular points brought up by the post and drawing further connections. Obviously, not everyone agreed on the one perfect song (in fact most people had unique contributions), with only Jumpin'  at the Woodside getting multiple votes. Observations were grouped and I came up with five categories: energy, tempo, dynamics, melody, and musical devices.

Energy

Common to almost all of the songs listed, At the Jazz Band Ball by Muggsy Spanier being the exception, the songs had a lower energy intro which quickly developed into the theme/hook within the A section. It ensures that the listener's attention is captured without getting a metaphorical slap in the face of a cacophony of instruments. Songs like Stealin' Apples by Glenn Miller and The Carioca by Artie Shaw are prime examples of this. The difference between the two is that The Carioca plays the "this is uncharacteristically slow, something's going to happen" game.

Throughout the songs, the best and brightest do a really good job of tossing the energy from one instrument or section to the other. Some songs will toss it back and forth within a measure (Yatch Club Swing by Fats Waller) or pass the baton after a phrase (Blues my naughty sweetie gives to me by Sidney Bichet). The faster the tempo, the slower these transitions happen, since it'd be an assault on the senses. 

Talking low energy versus high energy, some really play with the extremes (Man from Mars by Artie Shaw) or keep it pretty even (Massachusetts by Anita O'Day). Within the collection of songs submitted, the average energy balances out. Something that is entirely high energy, would be 1) exhausting for the musicians, so that just didn't happen and 2) like drinking from a firehose with no rest to absorb the content. Conversely, low energy jazz, like Cream Puff by Artie Shaw, while captivating for those who like it, is not as engaging for someone new.

Tempo

A separate entity from the energy of the song is the speed of the song. Beginning lindy hoppers get excited for the really fast songs because they also have a lot of energy; which is too much to handle for about 3 minutes at a time. When the beats per minute start the crawl up, the subtleties in the music can be missed if you don't catch it in time. So for people new to jazz, it'd be ideal to give them a song of a tempo that is mellow enough in order to catch and absorb the melody (discussed later). Conversely, putting someone to sleep with a 90 BPM song won't work either. You consider that most top pop songs or one hit wonders are quite up beat; an easy way to create a happy-feeling song (appreciation goes out to artists who totally  mess with this and put it to depressing lyrics). Massachusetts, Yacht Club Swing, and Flying Home by Lionel Hampton strike that balance well.

The criteria of tempo might be the most widely debatable about what is the target for the ideal song, since some of the faster songs like Jumpin' at the Woodside by Count Basie is rarely ever disliked by dancers and Sing Sing Sing by Benny Goodman is the iconic "that one swing song that comes up". Even in my figure skating days, I got excited when my friend's Sing Sing Sing routine music was played during practice sessions. There's a reason these are well liked and used, they are the all out no bars held pieces of the big band jazz world. But jazz isn't always that extroverted, and I think it's fair that songs that show that side of the genre are also valid as impressive.

Dynamics

If jazz music were peanut butter, the poll would suggest that crunchy wins. There were no smooth songs among the bunch, but the level of "chunky" varied from Moonglow to At the Jazz Band Ball. Smooth jazz doesn't have that toe-tapping quality, which is the first step in getting a person actively involved with listening to jazz. Drawing the comparison between jazz and pop songs, top hits often have a pretty chunky beat, keeping you alert to the music. For example, the song Some of These Days by Combo Royale has the solid infectious "chunk-chunk-chunk" sound whereas the version by Alice Babs and Nisse Lind is very smooth.

The complexities in music that I will refer to primarily refers to the number of simultaneous voices produced by one of more instruments. Most music, be it classical, jazz, pop, or rock, use this mechanic to ease the listener into the song. It is not a tactic unique to jazz, but rather a tactic that makes for enjoyable listening. What will make a big difference on the boldness of the song will depend on the number of instruments in the voice. Whereas Flying Home starts off with just the vibraphone, At the Jazz Band Ball has the whole band in there. An alternative are songs that keep the complexity really even throughout the song like House Hop by Benny Goodman. Though it does a great job of drawing the listener in, it has a slightly harder time maintaining the interest because of lack of overarching dynamics.

As a final note on dynamics, many of the songs chosen as that one ideal and impressive jazz song were by Benny Goodman or Artie Shaw, both bandleaders being clarinetists and frequent soloists in their own songs (The Carioca and Stealin' Apples). This creates an interesting scenario where the one instrument becomes largely responsible for song's dynamics, something which Goodman and Shaw were very capable of doing. The rest of the big band does join in, but rather than having all the instruments having a moderate to high level of participation, it's reined in.

Melody

Melody characteristics include not only lyrics, but pseudo-lyrics (scatting) or instrumental melody. Many of the top songs have at least a small portion of the song within the first few measures which is hummable. Basically, if someone asks you hey what song is this and starts humming, you should have a good idea (if they don't hum terribly). As much as scatting is intimidating to sing, it makes for easy lyrics to follow along with and make a song stick in your head. Lastly, to combat the confusion or loss of interest when the number of voices increases, the melody is the loudest or most prevalent to keep that familiarity (Moonglow by Artie Shaw).

Musical devices

From a dancers perspective, musical devices are the components of the song that we make up some cool movement to play off the music, whereas to a new person to jazz they would be "wow, what?" moments. The most interesting point brought up in the online discussion was the key changes and how it grabs peoples' attention. Changing keys, especially between major, minor, 7th, diminished, or augmented changing the mood and attitude of the piece (to the point where people may not know what happened to the music but they feel a change). The same phrase repeated in two keys is a simple way to up the interest level without complexity.

This next section talks more about hooks that make the song easier to remember such as repeated patterns, scatting, exaggeration, humour, and breaks. Firstly, having a catchy phrase repeated through the instruments or in different keys will keep the melody simple but easy to identify. A song that is more hummable should be more relatable for newcomers to jazz. I included scatting because to dancers or to newcomers to jazz, the phonetics are too bizarre to remember them exactly so you improvise, which could trigger a higher learning mechanic. Along with scatting are very simple lyrics like Diga Diga Doo. Beginner dancers tend to gravitate towards Ella Fitzgerald, Slim & Slam, and Louis Jordan because their musical devices are exaggerated and in Slim & Slam's case, introduces a lot of humour into the music. An important note made in the online discussion was new dancer's preference of jump blues like "Jump Jive and Wail" (i.e. the GAP ad). Lastly, the breaks. Dancers know them, musicians hear them coming, and newcomers to jazz get mentally shaken to attention. Breaks are great, whether the drums roll through them or radio silence for a few seconds, it emphasizes the first beat of the bar when the music returns (for example, when someone gets off time when they snap or clap to the song). Man from Mars by Shaw has a bunch of great breaks of varying dynamics and length. It's especially a good device for songs that have a more even energy in order to maintain listener interest.

Concluding Remarks

The minutiae of the points covered can vary based on personal preference for traditional jazz music, but the overarching points of energy, tempo, dynamics, melody, and musical devices are the ways to select the winning impressive jazz song. All of the suggestions from the online discussion were great and all have key elements of vintage jazz; whether it impresses your audience is up to chance. There's a reason why sound bites of old jazz songs are remixed in R&B songs, or techno swing came about. There's something infectious about the music created during a time where this art was the daily escape that we still identify with and appreciate.

A big thank you to all of those people who contributed in the online discussion, either by song suggestions, discussing musical factors, or help guiding the discussion.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

What have I done in 2 months in Switzerland? A lot. Part 2

After the first few weeks of getting settled in, I started my PhD (is it work, or student life, I don't know it's in the middle) at EPFL in the IMAC group (applied computing and mechanics). I got to finally see the tensegrity bridge that I'll be doing experiments on for my work (tensegrity is a structure make up of sticks and cables that can support itself). For my individual project, I'm taking over for a PhD and there's also currently a post doc on the project, but in terms of the lab group, we're about 10 ish people, a nice size. I got to meet many of them the night before I started at a dinner party at Gaudenz's place, which certainly helped to break the ice (though the timing was completely happenstance).

At this point I had been searching for an apartment and emailing people basically since I arrived, and I had a meet up with another Quebequoise to meet and see if we'd work well together. Things went great and I got to see the flat (and its resident kitty), and from then on it was a done deal. From from Montréal but living in Lausanne for the past 10 years, she was knowledgeable about local things, but still had lots of things from back home (accent included :D). A few days before I officially moved in, there was a whisky tasting event in Lausanne and I decided I had to be there. Having a fun time tasting and talking to people, I run into Julie, my to-be flatmate. So we thought ya, this is definitely going to work out :).

Bern had their monthly DJed balboa night, Balberna, to which Cedric and Nadja joined as well. We made it a dance weekend by also checking out Zürich's dancing on the Saturday night. During the day on Saturday, Nadja took us around to show up Bern (including the bears, the icon of Bern) and they were nice and fuzzy.

The next weekend was the next monthly lindy event in Bern, but reason told me to skip it because I had the Lausanne 1/2 Marathon the next morning. Surprisingly it started at 2pm, so a really laidback schedule. I had been training with Gaudenz, Romain, Stephanie, and Yves at lunches (though the 15 km after work were always poorly timed for trying to do errands after work :P). It was a gorgeous day for running (if I was going to be picky I would say it was a tad warm) but I really enjoyed it, the view, and the energy. Finished in 1:50:44.

I believe it was the weekend after where soupaggedon started (what Gilad, Glen, and I called it) when cooler temperatures prompt for preserves of soup, chilli, jambalaya, and other such things. Potato leek, ginger carrot, onion soup, and jambalaya mmmm (oh yes and a few rounds of hummus).

Writing this weekend because for the past 2 weekends I haven't even been in Lausanne. 2 weekends ago I was in Grenoble with Mathieu and Florence for the Grenoble Swing Dance Festival, a huge lindy hop event that I had no idea about (and they registered back in July). I tried finding a space in the lessons, but failing that, I explored Grenoble (went up to the Bastille via les bulles gondola) during the day, and went to the parties at night. I have to admit it's been a while since my last huge lindy hop event, it reminded me that I've been mainly doing balboa and that there are some things I'd like to go back and revisit. But I had excellent dances with wonderful people from all over France, Switzerland, Spain, and Poland.

The next weekend was Rocky Balberna with Javier and Heather from the states. Nadja was (again) the best hostess we could ever hope for and fed us until we were (too?) full. The classes were fun with focus on both partners (thinking about this especially after Bobby's article about the proactive follower on Swungover). I was super impressed with the mean level of balboa at the events, and that's only from Switzerland! The band on Saturday night was super cute and played a great variety of all danceable songs. I have to say, the Sunday afternoon was one of favourite parts because the coffee shop in downtown Bern was open just for us to eat/drink/dance. It was really nice and cozy, very fika.
Photo credit: Balboa in Bern
As for what's up next? Well this week was continuing to write/finishing my draft literature review for my comp that'll be sometime in June? This week is a trad jazz night where I'm teaching a balboa crash course to allow people a way to dance to that flying fast music (the Lausanne swing scene is most comfortable in the 120 bpm to 150 bpm range). So far the musicians have really enjoyed having the dancers there (this'll be the 3rd event where the dancers show up). I'm off to Zürich next weekend for balboa and actually visiting the city in the daytime. 

December 2nd is the Lausanne Swing Kids (university swing group)'s first party. Intended to get 1) people out dancing and 2) support for the university to allow us to be an official club, we're hosting it at Tech a Break, an independent establishment on EPFL campus who has been super welcoming and accommodating for us. Teaching and DJing, it'll be great! Ah yes, and all of our events can be for the city-wide scene, unlike the troubles we had with the University of Waterloo Campus Rec rules. Speaking of the club, I just got done the logo this week (hand drawn and digitized). Needs work still, but it's a work in progress.


There's a trad jazz festival Dec 10 - 13 in Flon (downtown Lausanne), which I should start making more noise about. After that, it's the IMAC Christmas dinner and then home to Canada. I'll be around from the 19th to the 26th and then I'm off to the Snowball in Stockholm for a week :D

As for future dance plans? There's definitely bal in the future, dancers coming to visit (yay!), and seeing where the Lausanne Swing Kids takes us next term.


tl;dr I haven't been deported yet and have assimilated myself into their culture enough to have been provided shelter and work.

What have I done in 2 months in Switzerland? A lot. Part 1

My flight to Geneva was made a stop over in Iceland, where I was super tempted to do the free stop over and visit Reyjavik, but considering I had most of my future life's possessions with me, I decided to skip it until a future time when I wasn't so pressed to you know...permanently switch countries. On the plane from Pearson to Reyjavik, I was seated next to an awesome couple who were going to visit Iceland for a while who were also into hiking, biking, and climbing. Exchanging Facebook contacts as we got off the plane, I got to see pictures of their adventures and it looked fantastic!




Arriving in Geneva, the train station is connected to the airport (though a very long and twisty building. With my hiking pack inside a duffle, a backpack, and a trolley, I lumbered onto the train to Lausanne where I was struck with the lovely scenery already. My mum, being as planning-crazy (sorry mum) as she is, I was warned it was all uphill from the station to my temporary place (through friends of friends I had a futon I could sleep on in someone's living room). I was like pfft I'm fit enough, hills and luggage, no problem. So ya...I was a little sweaty by the time a got there but I still did it (get the impression I'm stubborn?). Daniele and Valérie were excellent housemates for the 2 weeks I was there.

I arrived on the Saturday of a long weekend, so any paperwork had to wait until Tuesday. With things normally closed on Sunday anyway, and now on Monday too, I had to be quick to find food. On Sunday, a dancing in the park event was created by Lindy Hop Lausanne, so I quickly got to meet fellow dancers. This included Cedric (another Toronto dancer who moved in a week before), Nadja, Alic, Gianluca, Coco, and more. Having 3 people attending EPFL with previous dance experience, there was quickly discussions of starting a university club. I also got an invite from Nadja (who is super welcoming and funny by the way) to dance in Bern the following weekend at their monthly lindy hop party, so I figured why not! I ended up meeting the " dancing couple from Vancouver" I heard about, Mathieu and Florence (I was slow to put things together when we met, but they're amazingly expressive lindy hoppers). I drove up to Bern with them and had a wonderful evening where I met a bunch of Bern dancers too, a handle of which did balboa too!

Paperwork in Switzerland is fun! Hahahhahaha. Seriously it sucks. Since I have my Polish passport though, it simplified everything and I had no work before I left Canada. Getting "starter" bank accounts and mobile accounts because everything depended on the residency permit. For that permit, you need to fill out a bunch of info, passport pics, passport, contract from EPFL, a phone number, and a letter from your landlord, a day after you submit this, you can get a notice that it's coming, and then some magic time between 1 week and 4 months, they'll have it ready. Also, most landlords don't allow non-permit people to have an apartment. Yeah, so it almost ends up being cyclical. Everything had to be addressed to Valerie since I was only there shortly. Oh! And we had to fish the mail out with a fork because they lost mailbox key privilege.

I was on campus a few times before I officially started because I, lead by Gianluca, met with the dance organization to see what kinda work we're looking at to create a swing dancing club. We also helped out at Sat Rocks V, an annual music/dance thing held by the Satellite bar of EPFL. It involved a wheel of fortune style wheel with difference dances and we would dance to that music and get people involved. On campus I also bought a bike, which was a total deal at 150 fr. (swiss francs) for a Shimano 105 derailleur, Shimano wheeled, carbon forked hybrid bike complete with lights, lock, and fenders. I would quickly learn that the 150 m vertical ascent from EPFL to home was not bad like everyone says, you just plan accordingly. The first weekend with my bike, I took a nice long trip out to Vevey past the UNESCO heritage site of the terraced vineyards by the lake. I was also scoping out the Lausanne Marathon route, seeing if it was feasible :P which it was.

The next little while was spent navigating the also-like Waterloo twisty, name-changing roads with GPS in hand (though locating the lake and direction was easy) and discovering my new city.

Winterstock 2014

On the Family Day weekend, Toronto Lindy Hop organized its second Winterstock event at the Wolf's Den hostel up by the west gate of Algonquin Park. Having been an offshoot of Lindystock in the summer, this event includes whichever winter activities during the day and dancing at night.

There was a very large Waterloo crew attending this year, so we were trying to figure out if we needed just Angie's van (which magically got a broken back seat while trying to get Martin's bike in the back the night before...thanks Martin). Good thing Matt had his car fixed up in time so that he and Sarah took off while the rest of us gathered the winter gear and musical instrument-heavy vehicle. Despite going back to Angie's to grab her banjo, the Waterloo cars arrived within 10 minutes of one another and over 4 hours before the next car from Toronto. This just meant more of Brooke's awesome home-made chicken pot pies and salad for us! After having driven for a few hours (not rubbing it in that the Waterloo drivers had to commute farther :P), people were pretty tired and more in the mood for catching up rather than dancing. Somehow I ended up DJ-ing until 4 am with minimal dancing actually involved, but it was still excellent times.

Clearly since I was up until the wee hours of Saturday morning, I was on breakfast shift with Stefan the next morning making eggs and bacon. Being in charge of keeping a constant supply of bacon and coffee to the trickling stream of groggy campers, I was the hero of the morning. Later that morning, I grabbed my running clothes and my GPS watch and went for a run along highway 60 towards Algonquin. I found it very peaceful and meditative since I had a lot on my mind with regards to life and work. It was very quiet other than the occasional car, my breathing, and a snap of a branch from an unseen critter.


Finishing up a nice, hilly 10 km (and almost making it to the entrance of Algonquin), lunch was conveniently ready upon my arrival. In the afternoon I was looking for some more solitude so I wandered over to the Ragged Falls park, not even 1 km from the hostel. This year, the falls was a lot more snowed over than last year (I distinctly remember last year the narrowed waterway being terribly loud and vicious looking). This year, the snow covered all but a little of the rushing water...still very pretty though.

J.J. Abrams would be proud of this lens flare



Saturday night was the whiskey tasting event that became popular since last year's event. This year's was opened from single malt scotch, to any variety of whiskey

Friday, June 21, 2013

Bal bal bal bal!

The past few days have been the All Balboa Weekend in Cleveland (actually independence), Ohio. Four. Days. Of. Balboa! Since no one else from Waterloo was able to to come, I made the trek on Thursday morning up to Toronto to get a ride. Driving, borders, and traffic were all super kind to us and we got in with lots of time for dinner and dancing. Toronto (and surrounding area) dancers progressively showed up until there was a group of around 20 of us. This also happened to be a rather happy boisterous group, so Toronto was definitely present at the workshop weekend. The first night is always great to reconnect with people you've seen previously at dances or to show of the moves you already know so that people will want to dance with you (paraphrased from someone else, I wouldn't have planned something that carefully). Sharing a room with Reesa, James, and Phil, we all went to bed rather early because a bunch of us had level-testing in the morning.

Similar to last year, there are a bunch of circles of dancers for the advanced, advanced plus, and intermediate-advanced trying to bump up to advanced tracks, which require auditions. Having not gotten pulled out of my group, I got to be in the advanced-plus track with Phil, Reesa, and Dongshin. I was really impressed with the overall level of Toronto dancers, with many of them in the advanced track and lots in the intermediate-advanced. Apparently the good bal dancers of our region are only going to get better!

Friday's classes were with David and Teni in the morning and Mickey and Kelly in the afternoon. I found the classes to be at a quite decent pace for both leads and follows to generally get the moves/ techniques. Friday evening was my first ever Jack & Jill (randomly assigned lead and follow), and I don't think it went too badly. Not that I made it through the preliminaries but it was an experience. After more wardrobe changes, there was dinner and then the evening dance. Despite Friday not being the main 'fancy' dance, women are still in dresses and skirts with guys in collared shirts and suit pants. Oh, how balboa is different than lindyhop. The dances that evening were starting to integrate items that were learned during the day's classes and overall people felt a lot more comfortable with their dancing.

Dancing the night before could go super late since there weren't level testing classes in the morning but just the normal sessions. Saturday was the second full day of classes where we had Jeremy and Laura in the morning Andreas and Teni in the afternoon. I enjoyed listening to Laura for her energy while instructing, and I liked Andreas' focus on the stylings of the original dancers (also his red socks with black/charcoal shoes and pants). After the lessons, Reesa and Phil scrambled to get ready for the ACBC strictly balboa competition while the rest of the Toronto people chilled out before the dance. I believe this was the evening where we were what I called "Canadian rude" at the local Middle Eastern restaurant where we were boisterous and silly, fun times. Saturday's dance with the Boilermaker Jazz Band was by far my favourite (though the Mint Julep band was probably more lively) because I had a lot of really fun dances with lots of interesting dancers. Halfway through was the ACBC finals and at 2 am they had the pure balboa competition. This involved very fast tempos and bal in purely closed position, it was pretty fun to watch, though how to do the first round of eliminations fairly when everyone's clumped together is beyond me.

Sunday classes started off slower than the other two nights because people were getting tired and were up late, typical of workshops. But we had Bobby and Kate in the morning which was a lot of fun. Concepts from this lesson were different styles of stepping for bal, and then having the follows teach a new move to the leads who were asked to leave the room. In the afternoon was Chris and Beth from California, which I had not heard of previously. They were an interesting couple where they got us to do a lot of double turn work and arm catches. I thought Chris had some neat slides for the leads which I also tried for myself, why not right?

The afternoon after classes a lot of people napped while some people started to depart. These were times that I was glad I had my laptop because when you're tired, one of the most satisfying things is to flip through cat pictures or imgur with friends. Sunday night's dance was good but I wasn't around for long because I was actually getting tired by then (since I don't sleep or nap much). I managed to get the last few dances with people that I was hoping for, and starting saying goodbye to people that I probably wouldn't run into the next morning. Since Reesa and James left on Sunday, I migrated to Stefan, Amanda, and Johanna's room (along with Rob from Kingston) for the night. There was enough space so I didn't need to take the bathtub.

Monday morning I finally made it out for the run I was hoping for since Friday was level testing, Saturday and Sunday my feet were tired and not feeling like running. I headed east on the main road (similar to Hespeler road in Cambridge) since there was a nice big hill that I remember from driving around with Stefan and the crew on the first day. At the bottom of the hill there was a trail (apparently called the Towpath Trail) that followed a canal and river, so I followed that south past several locks and a waterfall. I returned to the people in the room waking up so the obvious thing was to excitedly tell them of my adventures and the pretty spot I found in Independence. Actually, it wasn't Independence, it was the adjacent city, Valley View. Even the city signs are old-timey whitewashed boards.

Overall, a very excellent weekend. Great friends, learned lots, and kicked my balboa fanaticism into overdrive. :)

Yes, I fail at 'B'-ing, so I've been told
Remix shoes I got at ABW

[Image courtesy of Ralph Brown]
[Image courtesy of Ralph Brown]

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Apartment full of women!

Post winter term exams, it was finally possible to get a time where Sara, Monika, Becky, Rachel, and I could all take a weekend to drive down to New York to visit Mike. This had been in the works for a few months so I was excited this got to happen.

Unfortunately, I couldn't help drive on this trip because my standard driving hasn't been practiced in many years (and it wasn't great to start with). Leaving right after work, there was a massive hail storm on our way out of Kitchener, nothing interesting elsewhere, until we met a rather lively border guard at Fort Erie that was probably really bored (apparently I look like trouble?). Getting in at 4 am to Brooklyn there wasn't an ounce of traffic in Manhattan, I'm not sure what everyone gets so flustered about. Mike was ready to greet us with a living room full of air mattresses, and from then on the weekend's theme was that Mike had an apartment full of women (reference to binder full of women).

The next day a bunch of the girls slept in (naturally), while a few of us went for breakfast at the cafe of Mike's recommendation and walked along the Manhattan Bridge since it is nearly at the base of Mike's place.
When he returned from a token 1/2 day at work, we went to explore (go to the Savoy sign in Harlem was something I wanted to do), see Times Square, and try for a ticket raffle for Wicked.
Truckin' at the Savoy

Though we didn't get the tickets that day, we tried for Saturday afternoon and got enough for all except Mike and Sara to go. Since Sara had never been to NYC, he took her to some of the iconic places. We walked through Central Park, where everything was in bloom, and there tons of runners and cyclists everywhere. It made me anxious to go running even moreso because I brought my gear with me.
Band cover art, anyone?
That night we had dinner at the Mexican place near the Metropolitan Opera, which had an awesome fountain. I wonder if fountain engineer is a thing?
Myself, Becky, Monika, and Sara at the Met
Some of the group a bit tired at this point, so after passing by Times Square again, we headed to Brooklyn, gathered our things and went to a club that Mike heard of that was on a rooftop and gave you bathrobes while outside. Needless to say, being right by the Empire State building and Chrysler building is a good backdrop.

Saturday morning! Well, mornings took a long time with five women in a bachelor apartment, it was rather comical. Oh yes, and Rachel arrived into the bus terminal that morning so Mike and Becky met her. I believe by the time we gathered everyone, it was time to head to the theatre to try for those rush tickets to Wicked. More wandering happened between getting the tickets and the show, which included a walk to the west side with a box of $1 pizza slices!

Wicked was great, even though Monika's seen it before, she was super excited to see it again. We were in the front row so I waved at the musicians in the pit before and after the performance, some responded, and I think some of them pretended I wasn't there (it was fun regardless).

We had dinner at the Chelsea Market (an indoor market kinda like the St. Lawrence Market in Toronto), and afterwards met Mike's girlfriend Karen at the Highliner walk on the east side of Manhattan. She was a really interesting, being into the math-biology field, likes running and biking. The crew then went swing dancing at Swing 46. I'm glad people had fun because I'd feel pretty responsible for 6 people not having fun on my account. The evening ended with getting cupcakes and then Mike and I catching up while eating cupcakes in the gym of his apartment building (people were sleeping in his apartment and every other room was locked late at night). I think that was my favourite part of the trip because for me, having been to New York, was seeing Mike and doing non-touristy things.

...yup...
Sunday morning was right before we were going to leave. Mike and I went for a run which took us across the Brooklyn Bridge, past the Freedom tower, around the Hudson river, and through Battery Park. On our way back over the Brooklyn Bridge, we ran into an MS walk crowd, where we dodged the crowd and got high fives from the organizers of the walk.

After a bit of well-earned brunch with Mike, Karen, Sara, Becky, Monika, and Rachel, we headed out for our drive back. A great weekend!

Winterstock

Back during the Family Day weekend of reading week in February, a bunch of Toronto and Waterloo dancers trekked up to Wolf's Den just outside of Algonquin Park for Winterstock. Lindystock in the summer was so popular that the notion of a winter version was tossed around for a year or two before the organizers gave it a shot. It was an event that sold out in minutes and we had the best weather a winter retreat that we could have asked for! Lots of snow with a healthy layer or fresh powder as we arrived.

[Photos courtesy of Matt Wiebe]
[Photos courtesy of Matt Wiebe]
The days were filled with either indoorsy stuff (reading, board games, dancing), and outdoorsy stuff (renting cross-country skiis, hikes to the falls where we were in the summer). It was super beautiful! The dancing in the evening was fun (and so was DJing said music). Some people had arranged ahead of time to go on a dog sledding trip, which was by far the coldest day when we were there! Despite being a lot more work than they expected, and some of them being dragged behind the sled while their spouse was completely unaware, they all seemed to love it. One of the favourite events of the weekend was 'Winterscotch', where people brought in their bottles of single malt scotch for a tasting.

[Photos courtesy of Matt Wiebe]

[Photos courtesy of Matt Wiebe]

[Photos courtesy of Matt Wiebe]

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Ultimate Lindyhop Showdown: Day 5

Last day in New Orleans! :'(

After only a few hours of sleep, our bags already mostly packed from the night before, Dean, John, and I were off to the airport, bidding farewell to one of the most awesome cities in North America. Both of the guys were dressed up really nice (John because it was Oct 1 and the start of Oc-tie-ber and Dean because...well it's Dean), so I had a very nicely dressed entourage. We got to MSY really early, but whatever we were awake anyways. We hung out with Mel at breakfast until her flight to Montreal took off.

All was well on the trip home, I got to read some papers, Dean slept, John listened to pod casts. At the Atlanta airport, we hung out with Amanda Stock, who had the same flights as us. As a pass time, I took pictures of Amanda and Dean lindy-bombing the Atlanta airport thanks to Dean's portable speakers, for which they got applause.

Dean was kind enough to drive John and I all the way back to Waterloo but he was ridiculously tired, poor guy!

Overall thoughts:

ULHS 2012 was quite a different experience than last year, but I still loved it. The weather for some people was a downer, and yes the second line parade was cancelled. However, I looked at it and saw it as typical New Orleans weather, I thought it was almost more genuine. Plus, you're not made of sugar, so go run through those puddles, do the 'Singing in the Rain' routine!

I danced with lots of new people, but I found that a large proportion of my dances were people I knew from Canada/Northern US. I thought I would change that and be that person who dances with everyone, but I was still really happy with my dances since there are a lot of people that I don't have as many opportunities to dance with. I had awesome dances with some of the best swing dancers around, too!

I went for a run in the French Quarter the morning, which I'm still ooo and aaa-ing about, I don't know the architecture is just so neat. Plus, my route took me around some of the more normal local area, so it felt like actually being there, rather than sticking to touristy things.

Also, I really appreciated the down times with Erika and John individually since this is when I connect with people the best. Amongst all the craziness of meeting up with people and events and such, it's my time to be grounded.

Will I go again? Hmm tough to say, since I really enjoyed my time there, but it's not the same feeling as I had after going my first time. I think it depends where I'll be in my life and research work. Would I recommend it? Absolutely :D

Ultimate Lindyhop Showdown: Day 4

It was already Sunday! And all through the hotel, not a creature was stirring before 9-10 am. It was a late night before, much fun had by all. Dean was off to the World War II heritage museum, Erika went on a photoshoot with Dave. Dave liked the rain in NOLA and how it worked for photos, I hope his pictures capture that because I too saw the magic of the pouring rain in the French Quarter.

John and I went for a leisurely IHOP breakfast thus I replaced Dean in the 'breakfast buddies' team, and we meandered the French Quarter. And it poured. Oh goodness did it pour. The gutters were overflowing into waterfalls, the second floor downspouts were streaming high velocity jets of water into the middle of the streets, it was really cool. Retreating into a courtyard, we found a little coffee shop where I found the most awesome smelling 'cinnamon bun' and 'red velvet' flavoured coffee beans. I have tried the first one so far at home, but yet to try the second, they smell like happy warmth!

The one thing on my shopping list for New Orleans this year was to buy a parasol since I really wanted one since last year. We wandered the French Quarter and found the one stall with the parasols, and I found a really nice pink and purple one (surprising colours for me, I know!) After having checked out the dancing in the French Market, we went to a Mexican restaurant nearby that Nyree recommended for the table-side guacamole. Avocados, who can resist! The afternoon was more walking and enjoying the French Quarter and meeting up with people after their adventures.

Ee had dinner at Coops again so that Erika could also try it and then headed to Generations hall again for the evening dance. The competitions that night were the partnered slow dancing and solo blues dancing. I don't know, I mean sure they're good dancers, but I don't really understand the solo blues dancing. Or at least I don't know why just the most daring should win, I can more appreciate the control and isolation of movement (so I liked Sharon's dancing more than Evita's).

After the dance we stopped at Café du Monde, which we had to make sure we got to before we left (like last year, we went on the Sunday night). Beignets, powdered sugar, coffee, and paper hats. It's always a fun time, especially since Dean finds something interesting to do with icing sugar and 4 days of unshaven face!

Erika and I passed up on the late night (at Maison) since her flight was around 6 am and had to leave the hotel around 3:45 and I had had my fill for the evening. Dean and John went onwards, but soon returned to the hotel because it was the soul night (so it wasn't the swing they were hoping for) and a lot of people didn't show for the same reason Erika didn't. Though it seemed like she was going to fall asleep, Erika made her taxi and was off to the airport.

Ultimate Lindyhop Showdown: Day 3

This morning started off with a nice swim in the hotel pool since everyone else was asleep which was refreshing, plus the ceiling was glass so I could watch the rain fall.

At around lunch time, a bunch of us including Toronto, Hamilton, and Waterloo, ventured out to Magazine Street where there is a bunch of shopping, vintage stores, and stuff we had not seen even last year. After spending a bunch of time in Trashy Diva, Erika and I had a nice relaxing time in a nearby café just chatting. You realize that in such a big group, the small intimate conversations are hard to come by. I have to say with all the nuttiness of the big group, this was my favourite part of the afternoon. In the French Market that day was the showdown prelims.

We heard adventures from the guys (Dave, Dean, and John) where they went hat shopping at the Goorin Bros (I approve!) and they met a man in a wheelchair with a dog sometime after the cigar shop that upon them telling him they were from Toronto, he told them they had a messed up mayor. Oh my goodness, people outside of Toronto area know Toronto politics!

This evening's dance was held at Generations hall, a big hall with a second floor balcony and a good dance floor. The competition of the night was the showdown finals and the showcases. Chance and his partner won, but I was quite inspired by some of Sharon's flow and moves. What I also found refreshing was the lack of aerials, this was actual swing dancing, not 'let's throw her around in crazy ways'. This makes it so that what you see is more repeatable on the dance floor.

The late night was again at the US mint, but I almost didn't go because I had a bad pain around my kidney (not a new thing for me but it was pretty darn bad), and I got stomped on pretty fierce. I did  make it, but I hung out outside the dance room blowing soap bubbles with a bunch of folks. I had a good time regardless :) wow, bubbles was a theme of the weekend, I just noticed...

Monday, October 8, 2012

Ultimate Lindyhop Showdown: Day 2

Having woken up and feeling slightly less congested than the night before, I grabbed my gear and went for a morning run. I took a tour of the residential area north of the French Quarter and down Esplanade. By the end of my trip I was so sweaty and warm, it was totally not appealing due to the humidity. After coming back and showered, people were waking up. It wasn't until noon (and I had read papers) that I got out to meet people for brunch (tasty blueberry pancakes!).

In the afternoon I went preliminary shopping for shoes, dresses, and lingerie with Jay, Liz and Vanesser around Chartres. It poured so much, it was kinda magical in the 'this is New Orleans rain' kinda way. What was funny was that I guess I didn't fully rinse my shoes after I last washed them, because shortly after my feet got soaked, bubbles were growing around the toes and heel of my shoes. Jay lovingly gave me the nickname of 'Bubbles', and it seems to be sticking...well knowing Jay it could be way worse so Bubbles it is.

That night was at the Wax Museum where I had some of my favourite dances of the weekend. Many of the really good dancers were around and not too tired (yet from the weekend). Also the floors have a pretty good slide to them without being dangerous. Though, I learned to keep track of your glasses because a turn could result in flying glasses, luckily Mickey picked them up before they were stepped on. The jack and jill competition was fun to watch and we were super excited that Caitlin got into the finals. Though Toronto's cheering was louder, the other couple had a dynamic that couldn't be beat, but Caitlin did awesomely.

The late night was at the US Mint, which was an impressive building in the Quarter. The dancing room had a very cool vibe, very different than the bright grandiose architecture of the rest of the building.

Friday, September 28, 2012

Ultimate Lindyhop Showdown: Day 1


So the border was speedy at Buffalo, got on the plane ok, my congestion really rattled my brain though. We got in at 2:30, went hat shopping where Dean bought a boater hat and John pre-ordered a pork pie hat. We roamed around, had dinner at Coops (best jambalaya ever, oh and I stole half a piece of fried chicken when John was elsewhere). My congestion was really stuffing me up around midnight, which is the earliest I've called it a night while in NOLA, but I'd rater be healthy to enjoy the next 4 days!

Dancing was awesome, nice and fast! With the resurgence of balboa, it allowed more people on the dance floor too :). Definitely more to come too! Went for a run inthe French Quarter, I love the architecture! John's sleeping and Dean is out taking pictures. More people are arriving this afternoon, there's outdoor dancing at the French Market and some of the competitions. :) Ah yes and I plan to buy some chickoree coffee from Cafe du Monde, it's a local thing!

Reading papers and will probably do breakfast soon when Dean gets back :)

Swedish Weekend in Toronto

The weekend of September 14-16, Toronto had the plasure to host Lennart, eWa, Daniel and Äsa eho are excellent lindy hoppers and instructors from Sweden. This was a super refreshing change of teaching since I've more often gotten the North American style. They went back to more Frankie inspired stuff and really tried to stay away from patterns since it is a vernacular dance.

Lennart had the nice points that lindy hop should flow and should be relaxing, not just all energetic and flashy when the music gets intense. I know this point really made John happy because that's his dance philosophy. For others, this point would be a tougher one to implement just based on their style.

Daniel and Äsa had some nice body movement exercises to make the dance flow through more of the body, or to vary your position/mood. They also did a bunch of scatting exercises, and at first people felt awkward, but it became fun when the whole group was doin it.

The dance DCH was pretty fun and it had a lot of people who didn't show up atla often because of work/school (even Turlough came down from Montreal). I had the pleasure of dancing with Daniel a few times over the weekend and it was sooo much fun! Up there on the list of best dances including Peter, Juan, and Stefan.

Friday, September 21, 2012

Lindystock 2012

A little late is better than never, my recap of Lindystock!

On the civic holiday in August, a group of lindyhoppers from Toronto and the surrounding areas trekked north toa round Hunstville where we spend 3 nights at a retreat-type lodge doing camping and dancing activities. This year the sign up was intense because the passes sold out in 117 minutes, less than two hours! Waiting on the internet for the registration was worth it because the weekend was a blast.

I drove up with Mark from Waterloo and we got in the craziest cottage traffic on the 400. Not being one to tolerate traffic, Mark had some choice words and was visibly perturbed like a caged squirrel. Eventually we made it, unpacked our bags (into very nicely kept log cabins). We were then greeted to dinner and the Charlie/Phil Hawaiian shirted duo running a tiki bar. Not sure how many cans of coconut milk or pineapple juice they went through but they were a really hilarious team.

Every night there was dancing on the top floor of the main hall, and man was it hot and stuff up there! Not only does heat rise, but people added to it on a weekend that was pretty warm to start with. The venue and atmosphere were great and that's why we continued to dance regardless.

The first day we had a chance to go on an interpretive hike, led by one of the people who lived at the lodge year-round. It was much of an ecology hike with a bit more story telling, so it was something new for me, and neat. A bunch of people walked out to Ragged Falls and climbed the rocks to get to the nice pools to swim in. Having wished I bought canoe shoes, I was pretty precarious with my walking in scandals. The water was deeper and faster than some people expected so we had some close calls of people getting too close to the edges of the falls area. My apprehension of moving water is thanks to my hydraulics course and Bill Annable's rule of thumb for water while surveying. The rest of the day could be spent however we pleased, so I believe I had my laptop to do some work, a lot of people had books, and some brought knitting supplies. Oh and we had a stream nearby to swim in, oddly enough I ended up swimming there mostly at night.

On the Saturday and Sunday nights I got to DJ for a while which was neat but I didn't know what kind of reaction to expect since I had never DJed for Toronto dancers before. I've danced with them enough peoples' preferences, but yes whatever I did they really liked. I ended up doing a gigantic shift from midnight until 3 am on Saturday of blues music because up until then it had been all fast lindy. This makes me laugh because I didn't consider my blues repetoire enough (though I found out later at the late night dance at the Kitchener Blues Fest that I could run a dance until 6 am on my repetoire no problem).

On Sunday morning I went for a run with Martha, Jaime, and Mark, though I didn't have my normal runnings shoes so I had to turn back early (they were doing a 20km half-marathon prep run). It was still really nice scenery to run by, though it was a bit damp/rained when I returned.

Oh I have to say, the food was really great but not only that, they catered to every food allergy, intolerance, and eating choice possible, it was unbelievable!

On Monday right before we left, we did gunnel bobbing (tradition form last year). This is where a person stands on the gunnels of the canoe on each end and jumps up and down. The first first to touch the water loses. I did my once but had to stop after because while the other person was setting up, I tumbled into the canoe, my knee landing on some rivets, so it was a little bruised and was kinda bleeding. But I still did it, darn it! and it was a blast.

Thursday, July 5, 2012

30 Day Swing Challenge: Day 30...it's over!

Day 30: Why you dance


Of course it had to be a big question for the end...


I dance because it is an art form that I can communicate how I feel. I've always enjoyed moving to music, be it ballet, figure skating or swing dancing. If I'm having a busy day at work or a stressful day at school, I knew that even if it was laborious to get myself out to dance that my mood would improve as soon as I got on the dance floor. The exhilaration of the speed and turns in figure skating is what I enjoyed most about that dance. Though I have been in the competitive mind frame for figure skating, I have not yet competed in swing dancing. I feel that either it's not for me or that I want to develop my skills further before I start along this path. Competition also takes a lot of time, which I don't necessarily have since my main focus for the next two years is grad school.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

30 Day Swing Challenge: Day 29

Day 29: A clip you love

To get ideas and to challenge my presence when I dance (I've been told I'm too nice and that I need to release my bitch), I like watching Skye and Frieda from ILHC 2011. It's a fun routine where they play with so many of the aspects of classic lindy hop.



Tuesday, July 3, 2012

30 Day Swing Challenge: Day 28

Day 28: Events you're looking forward to

Lindystock in Ontario in early August, Rhythm Ramble in Toronto on September 14th, ULHS 2012 in New Orleans September 29th, and who knows what else is coming for me! I'll be watching the ILHC competitions from the comfort of my own laptop.

Monday, July 2, 2012

30 Day Swing Challenge: Day 27

Day 27: Your goals for the year

My goals for this year are to better understand where my body is in terms of isolation, extension, and feeling in the movement. I also want to work on improve the clarity of the energy levels that I am dancing in (fast and dynamic, chill, soft, clownish, etc.).

30 Day Swing Challenge: Day 26

Day 26: The level you think you dance at

My level? Hmm, somewhere that's never the top because I have lots and lots to work on. I know moves and movement (and still working on movement), I think I need to spend more time infront of a mirror to dance since I don't do any performances (given my time schedule...no way!) This is kinda a silly question.

30 Day Swing Challenge: Day 25

Day 25: Describe the last night you went dancing

The last night I went dancing was last night at the Imperial Pub in Toronto (just around the corner from Dundas Square). It's always held the first Sunday of each month and it also happened to be Canada Day/Pride parade Day/Spain winning the Eurocup, so the city was all over busy.

There was a DJ battle between Phil and Brooke, both sets were really great, though Brooke won the contest by the volume of cheering for her.

It was the last event in a giant weekend of events including Dean's birthday, Glenn Crytzer and the Syncopators on Friday at SPK, and the band again but plus Meschiya Lake on Saturday night at DCH. I got a couple of great dances since it was so flipping hot I didn't dance most songs (save on space and on energy). John and I then drove back to Waterloo via motorcycle using partly the 401 and country roads. It was refreshingly cold (to the point of too chilly), which is quite surprising considering the daytime temperature in Toronto.