If we fast forward past Christmas and New Year's you will find that I took dance classes two days a week for four months so that I could eventually dance a pizzica with Marco.
I then moved in with him in Bologna. And since he was playing the tambourine at that time in an Italian folkband (side note: I've recently written a song about the fact that I will never sing in an Italian folk band).......I decided to join the group as well
AS A DANCER!!
So we were called the Paranza Ammiscata. And the group still exists, its just half the size. Lets say that two non paying shows a week plus two non paying rehearsals a week, and LOTS of Italian style melodramma is enough to make anyone decide to stay home 4 more days a week.
Anyways, Marco and I were with the group for about four months. In those four months I danced the Pizzica, Tarantella and Tammurriata more times than should be legally permitted. We did all kinds of festivals: The festival of cheese, the festival of paese, the festival of reuniting. Birthday Parties. Protests. School Demonstrations etc.
Oh and then there was this particularly involved group of old people that belonged to the After Work Social Club for the Train Workers of Italy - Bologna Division, which invited us to really depressing book launches, really depressing video screenings and really depressing award ceremonies....some of which were in a beautiful theatre in the heart of Bologna.
I then moved in with him in Bologna. And since he was playing the tambourine at that time in an Italian folkband (side note: I've recently written a song about the fact that I will never sing in an Italian folk band).......I decided to join the group as well
AS A DANCER!!
So we were called the Paranza Ammiscata. And the group still exists, its just half the size. Lets say that two non paying shows a week plus two non paying rehearsals a week, and LOTS of Italian style melodramma is enough to make anyone decide to stay home 4 more days a week.
Anyways, Marco and I were with the group for about four months. In those four months I danced the Pizzica, Tarantella and Tammurriata more times than should be legally permitted. We did all kinds of festivals: The festival of cheese, the festival of paese, the festival of reuniting. Birthday Parties. Protests. School Demonstrations etc.
Oh and then there was this particularly involved group of old people that belonged to the After Work Social Club for the Train Workers of Italy - Bologna Division, which invited us to really depressing book launches, really depressing video screenings and really depressing award ceremonies....some of which were in a beautiful theatre in the heart of Bologna.
I have to admit that I loved having a reason to dress up like a gypsy a couple of times a week. And the people at the festivals etc. had no idea that all of us worked full time when we weren't dancing, so I played it up like I lived and breathed to dance and was living hte live as an artist on the run.....
Ahhhhh, right now I dance in my living room and I'm planning to hit every single Tammurriata Madonna Festival in Italy over the next two years....... keep your eyes peeled for my live folk coverage.
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