Saturday was a busy day! Last year, while I was still living in the Seattle area, I booked a dance with the Rosetown Ramblers and Heads to the Center. While I was forced to cancel most of my bookings when I moved, those that I knew would at least pay airfare stayed on the books. So, off I went.
Martha drove me to the airport. It was my first time actually driving/riding there and paying attention to my surroundings. Every other time has been via a taxicab. We live close to the airport, which was good as I took too long getting ready for the day. It was a slow day at the airport and my trip through security was pretty quick. Usually my microphones get me stopped, but I took them out in advance. The TSA guy said that I didn’t have to do that in the future. So, we’ll see.
The flight was fine. It was full, but I had no one next to me. Sweet! The idiot, er, guy, behind me was only happy while his knees were in my back, so that was… unfortunate. The icky part of the trip was when that same guys started clipping his fingernails just before touchdown. I thought that fingernail clippers were verboten on planes. Am I the only person on the planet that thinks common courtesy is becoming uncommon?
I was met at the airport by my host, Shawn. We had some time to kill, so we went and grabbed a bite of Chinese food, and over to his home. I considered a nap, but thought better of it. Instead, I finished programming the music for my dance and getting my Advanced cards in order.
Heads to the Center dances first. I was there on time, but we didn’t have a key to the closet where their amplifier and speakers were held. So, we waited. Eventually, someone took the hinges off the closet and we got started.
I don’t like to read my material, but, since I don’t call Advanced on a regular basis, it is easier for me to provide a solid dance experience if I do. Some day I hope to get back to calling the program, but I’m not going to worry about it much as it is more important to get new dancers in the door.
We danced until about 6:40 since we had a late start. Then, we booked it out the door for a quick bite to eat. We went to an “all you can eat” Chinese buffet. (Yes, I had Chinese food twice, but Martha will tell you that I’d eat the same food 3 times a day, every day for months if needed.) We ate fast, and got back just in time for me to start the dance.
There are two “schools of thought” when it comes to square dancing. One of them is to have the dance start slow and build it up to the middle and then let the dancers down gradually. Me, I went for, start fast and then go faster.
Granted, it helps that this group was on the younger side so they moved. (After the dance, a number of people commented how much energy the dance had and how much fun they had. My kind of compliments.)
I used a number of “alternative patter tunes” that were on the energetic side, but I did slow it down a little bit on occasion to give everyone some breathing room. Still, people paid to dance.
The funny thing for me was that I’m so used to leaving out Dosado and having to cut corners that it was odd to have people end a home during the singing call with time to spare. They were rushing a bit, but not too much.
My first singing call was a strong one… Swing Down Sweet Chariot. (On Red Boot.) It isn’t so fast as to “take no prisoners” but fast enough to make people a little winded when done. It really set the tone for the evening. People knew what they were in for.
Another song I did that got people moving was “Fisherman’s Luck.” I like to start this one slow and then move it up 2-3 bpm after every sequence. It starts at 123 bpm and ends at 136. This really isn’t that much faster than the standard 128 bpm. Every minute they’re taking 8 extra steps. However, in the context of the dance, it feels like they’re running. People were having a blast!
In the middle of the dance, they requested that I review a pair of songs that they want to do at a demo in two weeks at a roller derby. (They still have those? I suppose the roller derby people say “square dances, they still have those?”) One of the songs was Deborah Carroll-Jones singing “Ghost Chickens in the Sky” and the other was a parody of King of the Road called, Butch of the Road called by Anne Uebelacker and Et Macatee. I had to tell them that Anne and Et used some colorful language that I just couldn’t repeat. However, I did the figures as written. There was a little bit of confusion with the King/Butch of the Road, but I walked them through it and explained what was going on and what they should look for.
Piece of cake.
After the dance, Shawn drove me home and I just crashed. It had been a long day.
Sunday morning, we went to breakfast in Portland at a place called the Cup and Saucer. It was one of the best breakfasts ever. I had a pancake with chocolate chips, rice crispies, and marshmallows and a small serving of scrambled eggs, potatoes, and bacon. Oh, and I can’t forget my diet pepsi. It was divine!
We had some time to kill before I had to be at the airport, but I’d rather just get through security and chill. Portland (like Phoenix and unlike Seattle) has free wireless Internet access. So, I chilled in style, got on my plane and headed home. (The plane had more than its fair share of crying children. Two of them, a brother and sister were right behind me, and the brother did his best to keep his sister annoyed and loud. Their mother was next to them, but she just put headphones on and tuned them out. Lucky me.)
Until next time, keep dancing!
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