A year. Of djing, and dancing, and teaching, and translating.
It's all about the Lindy Hop.
I'm finding myself thinking about it all the time, but the costant is the *sharing* thing, I guess.
I really want to share my happiness when I dance, I love to share the little I know about dancing with absolute beginners, I do enjoy sharing my nerdiness about the books and the blogs I'm reading, and, of course, I'm full of joy every time I make my friends move on the dance floor.
I'm working a lot on another project, it's about bringing back the Swing (the music, the dance, the "philosophy") to the "people", the not-that-cool ones, the not-that-rich ones, the not-that-fancy ones.
I'm happy that the Lindy Hop is spreading so much in my country, Italy, I like less the fact that it is not really open to everybody, you have to be in a solid, safe situation to afford the luxury of an expensive hobby as dance lessons. But we are not in a solid, safe situation at all. So I'm humbly trying to fill a void, creating a space, in my city, where you can approach this world I love so much, and when and if you'll find yourself addicted, you'll find a way to pay for full classes, or you "simply" will go out dancing at nights.
I think that a lot of people that, back in the day, made this dance great, couldn't afford to pay to learn, they learned it the hard (still fun, but harder) way, without the explanations, and the cuddling, and the videos and so on. We are so lucky, but someone is less lucky, so I have to try and find a way to make them dance anyway. The Swing Era came from a time of deep depression and crisis, so we're dancing in similar footsteps, after all.
