Me encanta mucho la música Tango!! Last Wednesday night , my roommates and I trekked the whole half block from our house to a small, intimate bar called El Boliche de Roberto. Mikael and Aliya were heading to Brazil the following day for a couple of weeks, so we thought it necessary to celebrate their brief departure. After a few bottles of wine, some cheese, some excitement from the fútbol game on tv and the usual debatable topics of conversation coming from Mikael, a woman came to a stage which was no higher than maybe 10 inches off the ground and no wider than can fit 2 people. The second she took to the stage, the entire bar fell silent and all eyes were concentrated in her direction. Our table was directly in front of her and I sat inches away from the music that would capture me the rest of the night. When she finally opened her mouth to sing, that first note had suddenly transported me to some unknown place and time, an era of passion and submissiveness to sexuality. I know it sounds dramatic, even for me, but I can’t even begin to explain how oddly beautiful her raspy voice was and how emotionally intense and even a bit comical Tango music can sound. I only understood about less than half of what she was singing but the passion behind what she was singing was evident in her voice, her face, her body language and even the guitarist was moved by his own guitar playing. I was obsessed. She sang about five songs and then while she walked around collecting tips in a basket, which I was glad to hand over, her younger male apprentice came up to sing and as I suspected, I had not been disappointed. Now, on to DANCING Tango!
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