Jul. 27th, 2010 09:28 am
Bollywood/Bhangra Class: Week 2
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mizarchivistRight. I feel like I was hit by a truck because of class. (Also 14 miles on the bike yesterday morning- a different story)
So, I've only had a total of 3 classes with Piyle (spelling? NFC)- I've now had some time to do some compare/contrast. I think that I've not been shy or reserved about my deep and abiding adoration for Reshama. She was- IS- brilliant, beautiful, talented- so on. She is made of light and air.
Ms. P- (until I figure out how you really spell her name, that'll have to do)- is earth. While we stretch out -in a sports event fashion rather than dance class way- we have what Ms P calls community time where we share a bit about ourselves and thank the gods, our names. I can spend a month or so in a class without catching a name in the course of the course. She takes getting to know her students seriously and we get to know her. The routine we've been working on - on the face of it- doesn't seem that hard, but there is nuance that matters and that's hard. We're actually getting all that classic Indian hand work that we pretty much ignored with Resh. P's also talking about having us perform eventually, adding a level of importance and weight to practicing. I will now make certain I do stuff throughout the week to not lose the choreography and try to figure out some of that nuance.
P said something at the end of class- that she sees that we're really trying to absorb everything we're given, that we are demonstrating how much we care by wanting to get the details right, and that as a brown person, [unspoken- teaching a majority of white-white-white girls] that means a lot. And me, I keep wishing I could tap into that THING she has, her culture. That I'm just too effing white. I look like a dweeb n' a half, but damn it, I don't care. I will get this. I have to figure out how to tell her how much I want to embody all that awesome sass and movement she does with ease and it drives me bat-shit that I don't have it yet. [That --- that thing: it's why I hated taking lessons as a kid. Being a beginner, feeling like a dummy. Hated that- hate that. But I get it now. If I keep at it, I might not be a dummy after a while].
To sum up: class is great. I am SO sore. I have to practice.
ETA: Have practiced here in the office- unexpected: I feel less creaky and beat up now for the extra movement-yay. Also- I am getting it.
So, I've only had a total of 3 classes with Piyle (spelling? NFC)- I've now had some time to do some compare/contrast. I think that I've not been shy or reserved about my deep and abiding adoration for Reshama. She was- IS- brilliant, beautiful, talented- so on. She is made of light and air.
Ms. P- (until I figure out how you really spell her name, that'll have to do)- is earth. While we stretch out -in a sports event fashion rather than dance class way- we have what Ms P calls community time where we share a bit about ourselves and thank the gods, our names. I can spend a month or so in a class without catching a name in the course of the course. She takes getting to know her students seriously and we get to know her. The routine we've been working on - on the face of it- doesn't seem that hard, but there is nuance that matters and that's hard. We're actually getting all that classic Indian hand work that we pretty much ignored with Resh. P's also talking about having us perform eventually, adding a level of importance and weight to practicing. I will now make certain I do stuff throughout the week to not lose the choreography and try to figure out some of that nuance.
P said something at the end of class- that she sees that we're really trying to absorb everything we're given, that we are demonstrating how much we care by wanting to get the details right, and that as a brown person, [unspoken- teaching a majority of white-white-white girls] that means a lot. And me, I keep wishing I could tap into that THING she has, her culture. That I'm just too effing white. I look like a dweeb n' a half, but damn it, I don't care. I will get this. I have to figure out how to tell her how much I want to embody all that awesome sass and movement she does with ease and it drives me bat-shit that I don't have it yet. [That --- that thing: it's why I hated taking lessons as a kid. Being a beginner, feeling like a dummy. Hated that- hate that. But I get it now. If I keep at it, I might not be a dummy after a while].
To sum up: class is great. I am SO sore. I have to practice.
ETA: Have practiced here in the office- unexpected: I feel less creaky and beat up now for the extra movement-yay. Also- I am getting it.
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this is exciting to read - hooray dancing!
Indeed, hooray