I don’t think I’ve ever seduced anyone with music before, but I can imagine handing over a music player and telling someone to listen closely to the lyrics of this song.
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A year ago (possibly longer) I wrote as a part of a dating profile
I do not have as close a relationship with music as lots of people I know. I like a little of everything and have tastes that can best be defined as eclectic. Pandora suggests that I like “breathy female vocals”. I have decided the soundtrack to “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford” is way too beautiful.
I feel that in a lot of ways this still holds true. I’ll get into conversations about music and be totally ignorant of a song, or artist, or more commonly that a song belongs to a particular artist. Yet I’ve spent lots of time learning lately about what makes something blues music. What makes a song one genre or the other.
And then we come to my point of pride: my collection of music. I spend time listening to lots and lots of bad and mediocre songs to find the few diamonds in the rough. The few times I’ve taken the opportunity to play parts of my curated collection the response has been astoundingly positive. This causes me all sorts of pride. I like having my taste praise, especially because I have put forward quite a bit of work in developing it.
I took capoeira from very late 2008 to June of 2010 when I moved away from California. I knew where the capoeira group in NYC was. I knew that I could join other groups, but I didn’t. I left capoeira in California. I left it because despite the beauty and how much I loved it, it also hurt me. Love and hurt were no longer in equal measure, but hurt was greater. After a long break, I’m returning.
My new group requires that everyone new to the group must go through an absolute beginners class. It was a humbling experience. Things that I once was good at were now beyond my ability. I knew I was too weak, but what I didn’t expect was to have a jumble of memories. Just enough to make it familiar when I finally got it right, but not enough to make the journey to right any shorter or easier.
Now because of my schedule I attend an all levels class. I’m clearly the newest. Clearly the weakest. The only one who has not been through a batizado. The only one without a nom de guerra. I am constantly asked to do movements that were challenging for me when I left. Things I was still trying to perfect. Today my teacher suggested that I do a cartwheel without hands. Fear took a seat deep in my abdomen, and I refused. I could once, but I doubt that I could now. Maybe again. Maybe again soon.