tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31350686206020393902011-04-21T20:48:28.182-07:00An exploration of west-coast swing dance and the ongoing search for the perfect dance.Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15869439952748214293noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135068620602039390.post-16542257226413488632008-06-16T20:58:00.000-07:002008-06-16T21:15:53.109-07:00

There are those that think that dancers need to be at a certain "level" before embarking on a weekend dance event. Fair enough... My first convention was Summer Dance Camp in Palm Springs (my mom talked me into it and I reluctantly combined a work trip in Riverside with the travel to the desert). I sort of knew how to do a side pass, a push break, and could BARELY do a whip. (And I might add that

Krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15869439952748214293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135068620602039390.post-42659871282942876462008-06-08T16:33:00.000-07:002008-06-08T22:46:55.149-07:00

I just returned from the Bay Area, where we celebrated Michael's birthday at 2 Left Feet and the Alegra Ballroom for the Next Gen monthly dance. Granted, it's the big city. But I have to admit, I very much admire the enthusiasm and diversity of the dance community.We enjoyed dancing with all levels of dancers - and a variety of music. We played, we led, we followed, we goofed off, we learned (yes

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