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Artistic Success Should Not Depend on Breasts
There’s a place for everything and my guess is that if men wanted to see breasts in a clubby environment, they should then go to a strip club. Even Burlesque shows can give them a better view. (I’ve got you covered, dudes.) But regular nightclubs are for real dancing. I went to yet another audition the other day — and I mean, this was for simple club gig, nothing major. As I struggled to make my top look fuller (I guess), one of the women I used to work with, and who was part of the panel judging our “abilities,” walked in the dressing room and, noticing my struggle, bluntly…
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What Makes a Dancer?
Not exactly the technique. A person can go to dance school for years, but if she doesn’t feel it; if she feels no passion come from within, she doesn’t deserve the title. I always remember a quote, attributed to Antonia Mercé “La Argentina” — a flamenco dancer “known for her creation of the neoclassical style of Spanish dance as a theatrical art.” (I’ve seen some really good flamenco dancers and I can tell you, I’ve never seen so much passion poured out in one performance.) The quote goes: There are no schools to create dancers, just as there are none to create poets… The technique, invisible for the spectator, forgotten…
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Unconventional Ballerina
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music. — Friedrich Nietzsche Dance when you’re broken. Helps the soul.
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How to Dance Like Nobody is Watching
What is it about dancing that make so many people cringe? “Not drunk enough,” some would say. It may surprise you, but you don’t need alcohol to dance; dancing itself is adrenaline and pure bliss. You just have to get that adrenaline activated, baby! First of all, in the narcissistic world we live in today, it’s hard to believe that so many people are still so afraid to get up and dance confidently in front of a crowd. Every time I go to a party and see an empty floor, I just shake my head, roll my eyes and palm-face. Okay, maybe I don’t do all that. But I ask…
