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Hola Tanguero’s Hola Tangueros,
Como estan todos ? Well recently I attended two
milongas, one here in San Antonio, and one at a ranch in
south Texas. Both turned out to be enjoyable in they own
special way. The first was the milonga at Maggie’s
secret garden which was a fund raiser for the Posada
Milonga event coming up in December. While the turn out
wasn’t quite as well as hoped for, it still provided
an evening of dancing.
There was food and desert for all that attended and a
couple of birthdays were recognized. The music was
provided by Frank Huddleston, who does a phenomenal job
of mixing it up, he surely knows his music. Maggie’s
garden provides a beautiful environment for an evening
of socializing and entertaining. I will be looking
forward to next year’s event.
The second milonga was held at a ranch in south Texas I
can’t say how large it was but all I could see was
land stretch out for miles. I arrived late on Friday
night at the ranch which is about a two hour drive from
San Antonio. As I pulled in to the ranch I had to
disembark from my all terrain vehicle (Toyota Corolla)
to open the gate. As I opened it, I looked up and saw
the expanse of stars, I had not seen for years it was an
extraordinary view. I knew at this point that no matter
how the rest of the weekend went that the view alone was
worth the effort of driving down to this ranch. Later as
I pulled up to the ranch house I was greeted by several
other tango people who had arrived earlier in the
evening. After settling in I went out and sat under the
stars and witnessed several shooting stars, it was
magnificent to see.
The next couple of days were spent
doing some tango practice, hiking, and jet skiing. That
evening we had our milonga, again the attendance was a
bit low but the dance quality was high, and I enjoyed
the dancing. The last day at the ranch we did some more
hiking and, of course, some picture taking. The ranch
event provided an opportunity to relax and mingle with
some of the tango people in a different setting.
The
event was really worth the time, effort, and planning.
My many thanks go out to the people who were
instrumental in putting this event together. And of
course to the hosts of the ranch thank you for your
generosity.
In closing I’d like to say that both these events
required a vast amount of time, planning, and expense.
Sometimes the milongas have a great turn out, sometimes
they don’t, but you never know what you will see or
miss when you don’t show up, I have found the milongas
to be serendipitous for me in the past
and I am sure they will be in the future.
* All Photos by Roy
Montejano
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Dear M,
I am a tanguera
who loves the close embrace. I also have no problem with letting
myself go in a man's arm during a dance. Thus far, I have
found that most men have been respectful of that and that
only a few might insinuate things after the dance. But I have
had two occasions, one very early on in my tango experience,
and one most recently, in which the men attempted to kiss
me full on during the dance. Needless to say, I wasn't very
happy about it and my first reaction was to slap the men.
I didn't. I love the dance too much to have any situation
ruin my experience. Anyway, my question to you is, how do
I go about making my intentions clear? That the outpouring
of emotion and passion i have in a dance is strictly for the
love of the dance and not for the dancer. Do you think it
would be appropriate to just say something along those lines
before I begin dancing with someone? Your advice would be
much appreciated :)
Thanks, L
Dear L,
Ew, how awful! Well, I don't
think it would be appropriate or even necessary to mention
that you don't want any 'extra attention' before you begin
dancing because in most cases the 'tango relationship' starts
off with rules and parameters. One of the wonderful things
about the tango experience is that one can feel 'open' during
the dance to experience many feelings without crossing boundaries.
There is nothing wrong with flirting or trying to hook up
with a woman at a milonga, but it should happen off the floor,
out to public view, and with the woman's consent. Taking the
embrace is not the same as giving consent to romantic intentions.
I think you will find most of the good dancers are there just
to dance and will demonstrate any romantic feelings through
their dance in a respectful way.
Unfortunately, as in the
case of the incidents you described, people can sometimes
get swept away by these feelings and there will always be
those few men who will try to take advantage of you during
the dance, whether you 'let go' or not. Some guys think that
just because you let them take you in your arms that you want
something more, regardless of the signals you are sending
him. Personally, I think you should have slapped these guys
when they tried to smooch you, or at least pushed them away
and said something to put them in their place. At least, I
hope you made it very clear that what they did was totally
inappropriate, and I hope that you haven't danced with them
since. I know you don't want to the reputation of being a b*tch, but you don't want to be known as easy either. In tango,
sometimes it's better to be the b*tch. Don't be afraid to
be strong about it; if you come off as strong there is less
a chance of guys thinking they can take advantage in the future.
[To be fair, my friend who
is a guy, wants to say: "May I ask, do you do anything a little
'out of the ordinary' to demonstrate your passion for the
dance? Moaning, perhaps? (Some women do this!) Caressing the
man's neck? Or even the dreaded um, 'flip up'? Sometimes the
woman has to restrain herself too!"]
After posting this answer, I was inundated
with e-mails asking 'What is the Dreaded Flip-Up?!?'. Well,
for the answer, I'll defer again to my male friend who
says...:
'The flip-up started appearing
on the scene in the last couple of years as more tango dancers
started dancing close-embrace. Unfortunately, many tangueras
new to close-embrace did not realize how much twisting (torsion)
is involved in the dance and did not adjust their technique.
As a result, when it came for them to lift their left leg
to step over the gentleman's right foot after a parada, they
would not properly twist their hips in the direction that
they were going and would, in effect, 'flip up' his 'bits
& pieces'. I can assure you that its quite startling when
the guy feels his manhood go airborne.'
Um, right then - you had
to ask! (Most of the time this is accidental, sometimes though
ladies who are 'on the prowl' will do it slowly and intentionally...)
Ladies, to avoid being an unwitting 'flipper':
When the man leads you to
pivot forwards and step across in front of him (forward ocho,
parada, whatever) disassociate in your center, pivot your
right foot and let your hips turn as much as possible so when
you step across your hips and legs will be facing across your
partner, not into him, and your leg will have clearance.
Also, when you lift your
left leg a little higher as an embellishment as you step,
be aware of how close it is to him, and always keep your knee
pointing closed i.e. across yourself, not open i.e. towards
him. Not only does this help prevent the 'dreaded flip-up',
it also helps you look more lady-like, especially if you are
prone to wearing skirts. And if you go further with the embellishment
and you run your foot up his leg or your own before stepping
across, your foot/shin can touch him but make sure to keep
your knee and thigh to yourself!
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LAS
MINAS DEL TANGO “The Women
of El Tango”
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This is the first article
of the series “Las Minas del Tango”. There are
many but I wanted to start this series with who I
consider to be one of the most representative Minas
Del Tango in the United States. If you or any Tanguera
you know in your area has done or is actually doing
something really relevant for the Argentine Tango
(dancing, teaching, organizing, reporting or spreading
the authentic original dance, music and its cultural
assimilation) please send all the information to orlandobudini@yahoo.com
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NORA DINZELBACHER
Tango dancer, teacher and
organizer
Producer of
"Nora's Tango Week" Festival,
San Francisco, Ca.
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I met Nora in 1999/2000 in San Francisco,
California. I was in that unique and beautiful city
which reminds me of Ancona, the home city of my father
in Italy, attending the Red Carpet inauguration of the
show “Forever Tango”. As everybody expected it was
a magnificent show and I had the chance of indulging
my tango appetite contemplating one more time, the
master performance of the beloved friend and eternal
milonguero Carlos Gavito. During the intermission
while talking and making plans with a group of old
tangueros friends for the rest of the night, some one
suggested going to a milonga in Berkeley. The place
was a little far away from the city but according to
the source, the organizer of that milonga was an
Argentine lady who had started teaching tango some
time ago at Stanford University with a fantastic
work-shop attended by hundreds of students. This fact
strongly called my attention of course and I started
to investigate a little bit more about this
interesting lady. I had first knowledge that she was
the sister in law of Rodolfo Dinzelbacher, a legendary
tango dancer and teacher from Buenos Aires, one of the
main stars of the first’s “Tango Argentino”
presentations on Broadway some years before. I happen
to know Rodolfo Dinzelbacher very well and this
increased my interest even more in such a Tango lady.
But when I heard her history in the USA, her sad and
suffered destiny here and her courageous, incredible
and strong reaction to fatality, I decided, with no
hesitation, to go to that milonga and meet Mss. Nora
Dinzelbacher no matter where and how far that place
was.
Nora moved from Entre Rios (an Argentine province)
to the big city (Buenos Aires) when she was 17. She
studied for some time and got a Masters Degree in
dance at the National School of Dance. Her stage
debut, came suddenly and unexpectedly when Raul
Dinzelbacher, a charismatic young director and
choreographer for the Argentine Folkloric Ballet
invited her to watch his performance. That evening,
just before the show, Raul had a fight with his
girlfriend and partner, so he took Nora by the arm and
holding up his dancing partner’s costume announced:
“If you fit in this dress Nora … you are dancing
tonight”. Scared to death and shaking Nora
understood right away that this it, her lifetime
opportunity and she took it. They both were naturals
with each other and she began to dance as part of the
company. A year after Raul Dinzelbacher broke up with
his partner, he and Nora become a couple and start
dancing in night clubs, theaters, on television and
set up their own dance studio in Buenos Aires. In the
80’s while performing on a cruise ship Nora and Raul
made a stop at the port of San Francisco. Seduced by
the beauty of the city, its culture and people they
requested to stay and catch the next ship in 15 days.
After 9 months of promises to catch that next boat
they were forced by the cruise line to go back to
Buenos Aires. While in San Francisco, they made a lot
of friends and returning was already in their minds
and becomes a reality when they received a tape from
Martha and Jean LeRoux, a couple that they befriended
during their stay. It was the year 1986, “Tango
Argentino” was a big hit in Broadway and Martha, in
a trip for 3 month to Europe, invited them to stay in
their home with only one condition: they have to teach
tango! They started teaching with a great deal of
success, they won the lottery to get theirs green
cards and… they got married!
Everything seemed to be working out like in a great
dream, then suddenly in 1990, at the top of his tango
career, the young and strong Raul Dinzelbacher died of
a heart attack. Nora devastated and now a widow at 36,
was advised by friends and relatives to go back to
Buenos Aires. Considering her limitations with the
language, all her contracts to teach tango but no
partner, the economical situation and the fact that
she was now by herself in a foreign country, her
family wanted her to return to Buenos Aires to her
friends and to her country. Nora got her pain and guts
together and in an act of courage and determination,
decided to stay in San Francisco no matter what. Soon
she was teaching tango everyday of the week. She
started teaching performers only at the Smuin Ballet
Company and at the New York’s Omega Institute. She
went back to cruise lines with “Tango by the Sea”.
The following year she took a group on a tango cruise
to Alaska, was also invited to teach tango in Germany,
Japan and she started to take U.S.A. tangueros on
tango tours to Argentina.
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those early tours to Buenos Aires, I believed at that
time, what she was really looking for was to work and
get drunk on tango to forget the pain. She wanted from
the bottom of hers heart to stay in San Francisco and
make it by herself! She did it and now it was the
right time to full fill one of hers oldest and most
precious dreams, her own Tango Festival in San
Francisco, Nora’s Tango Week!
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Sexy and very expressive logo
of
"Nora's Tango Week" Festival
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When I meet Bob Moreti, a son of Italian
immigrants, he immediately start calling me “Paesano”
and we used to speak Italian even in a middle of Nora’s
famous milongas, he insisted that he needed to
practice the language. An educated man, intelligent,
gentle and always with a smile on his face, Bob was a
retired Colonel from the US Air Force, an antiques
dealer in Chico and an unconditional tango lover. His
military discipline and his dedication to tango were
just what Nora’s Tango Week needed. When Nora
invited him to join efforts in the organization and
production of the festival he said “It will be an
honor”. With Bob aboard, Nora moved the Festival to
Emeryville so that participants would have a better
access to hotels and restaurants and start increasing
the hours and days of the festival as well as the
teachers and activities. With the magnificent view of
the bay, the professional direction of Nora and the
invaluable help of Bob Moreti plus a program with the
best Argentinean tango teachers Nora’s Tango Week
became, year after year with no interruption, larger
and larger and is today one of the few remaining very
professional and serious Tango festivals around the
country visited by tango lovers from the USA and all
over the world. After 7 years of work and success Bob
retired from Nora’s Tango Week and died to cancer at
the beginning of the last year. Nora’s Tango Week is
a Tango institution in the United States and Nora,
that 17 years old girl from Entre Rios, who bet and
risked her life and everything on tango. Despite not
speaking English, a widow and by herself in a foreign
country, is today one of the most well known Tango
teachers, organizers and producers in this country.
She is professionally admired and respected all over
the world. Not bad Nora, not bad at all !!!
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"PSYCHOLOGY of
TANGO"
(The Joy of Dancing)
By Elena Pankey
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Every
night women and men are gathering at Milongas to
talk, to meet each other, to smile and maybe
feel happier…Their eyes are sad or shine,
their hearts are hurt or inspired, and their
minds need some challenge or relaxation…
Many people love Tango, because they can grow
into it. They all come with the different
purposes and reasons. Most of them keep
dancing because on the dance floor they can
release their tension and anxiety, enjoy the
music, meet some challenge or create a new
dance. For many of them it is important
that dancing keeps them feel good, they can
forget every day problems, and just relax by
dancing. Others come with the hope to escape the
loneliness, meet somebody and communicate;
because they like to feel somebody next to their
heart, somebody who makes them feel good, at
least for a moment…
People who got taste of Tango will never stop
dancing this beautiful dance. Others found in
Tango community their friends and only family.
Thank you for some who are so purely devoted to
that dance and who lives inside it, and keeps
this World of Tango so beautiful.
Tango has many
attractive parts (creativity, beautiful steps,
music, and exercise of the mind) which hook
people onto it. With this in mind, we could look
and understand what else inside tango embrace,
what kind of psychology was running tango into
the life.
In
the 19 century Tango was born in the slums and
brothels. It was born as a result of lonely
immigrants; men were trying to find some comfort
in the company of a woman. It was a way of
escaping the loneliness. It was an illusion of
love for a moment. It was a way of walk with a
woman and music.
At the beginning, from immigrant’s hearts some
deep nostalgic melancholy came to tango music.
There were some songs with very melodramatic
words. It could be about a lover who has left,
some unhappy situations, or life without meaning
or joy.
Some lonely people and some dysfunctional
couples still come to dance tango in their own
time to get some illusion of love, in order to
feel at least for a moment something special
that they don't have in their real lives. This
is another side of Tango that keeps some people
at Milonga. An old story of those who
tried to buy any kind of illusions... Tango was
a way of being drunk or drugged by its
mysterious charm, and in a way to forget for a
moment the reality. It is a sad, hidden truth
about what people share and have in common when
they dance it. Also, people were fighting with
each other because of it... It still stays this
way for some of them.
However,
it could be a way of a therapy, a better way of
thinking. It could be a way of releasing some
negative energy and creating a new fresh stream
to live with.
Tango
movements have special energy in every one of
them. This energy varies from step to step. Such
energy depends on the music and on the
personality of the dancer, the designer of that
dance.
If
a man grew up in a very controlling or
manipulative childhood, he acquired too much
feminine energy. His tango is weak. He
does not have any energy in the steps. He does
not make an effort to do energetic steps, and he
does not know when and how to do that. His
authentic initiative was suppressed in his
childhood. Then, the women's independence
movement of the 1960's helped to kill that
energy and initiatives of men, as well.
This
is why a man mostly unconsciously follows a
woman's strong personality in his life and
tango. They have fear inside “not to be wrong
again,” not to be scolded, or did not get an
approval from his woman. They try so hard
to be polite, agreeable and please women.
However, it brings them look of a cooked potato
on the dance floor.
Some women on the dance floor take a man's space
and energy, and paralyze his will to create
anything. She takes his desire to create,
freedom to dance or improvise. Nevertheless, she
probably does not realize it, and tries to make
up a dance for a man, by at least doing some
adorns.
When a woman has too much male energy, and
too many disappointments and frustrations in her
life, she expresses it through strong dancing.
Nevertheless,
all women still desire and dream to dance with a
strong leader, about somebody who would hug them
and strongly take to somewhere to a beautiful
happy place. Maybe, at least, in this dance...
In both cases, it is not a good tango. Women and
men need to LEARN how to balance their
"lack of" or "too much" male
energy. Then their tango will improve. Also, it
will help them to live a more harmonious and
happy life.
Ladies!
Let men lead you. Don't talk to him while
learning the dance, don't try to
"help" or teach him. Let them just BE
with you there for a moment. You should not
assume that you "know," and don't
anticipate the steps. One day you might dance
with a very advanced leader, and then you could
be very surprised how little you might know.
Dancing
tango is fun when it is not knowing what is
next, but creating movement based on the message
your partner sends.
The
bigger circle of your knowledge, then your
circle of unknown around you is even bigger.
With your deep learning you will understand that
you know nothing. Even after 2000 years... the
hidden truth could be discovered...
Under the general name "Authentic
Energy and Connections," we are
teaching "Tango as a Relationship
Therapist.” Some of it this philosophy
people would learn at our group’s lessons, and
mostly it will come to you in our private
lessons.
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Tango
à la Parisienne
a Tango Story by
Robert
Osbourne
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Part Two
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To Read Part One
Click here
Entering the Bistro Latin Tango Bar is like
walking into a Toulouse Letrec painting, where one
breathes the intoxication and excitement of
bohemian abandon and sees, in the eyes of the
handsome men and on the champagne flavored lips of
the beautiful women, a sparkling gaiety. So many
joyful, rosy people gathered in one place with a
common purpose: the celebration of life; to laugh,
to dance, to embrace the incomparable, delirious
charm of Paris. One sees too, beneath the
glittering surface, a hint of "chambre-derriere"
spice and debauchery.
Natasha knows everybody in the place. As we
emerge at the top of the stairs, I see admiring
glances in the eyes of the men who are thinking…"what
a heart-breaker she is; the poor American parvenu
won’t be around long," And from the women,
a wary, green flicker of the eye that says…"damn
Bolshoi tramp!"
We step onto the smooth oak-wood surface of the
dance floor, whose dark, ruby finish reflects the
yellow overhead light. A couple, in tango-tight
embrace, glide towards us. The woman’s cheek
lightly brushes that of her partner. Her chin
rests on his shoulder, and on her cheek she feels
the rough, dark stubble of his beard. In her
breasts, wedded tightly to his chest, she feels
the beat of his troubled heart; and in her pulse,
the beat of the tango speaks its insistent,
redoubtable message.
Her eyes are closed, and on her face there is a
look of tango rapture…an intense look of sweet,
joyful suffering that brings moisture to the eyes
and fills the heart. I know this look. I see it on
the faces of virtuoso musicians in the concert
halls. Sometimes too, I see it in the faces of
Buddhist monks, who, from a state of deep
meditation, watch "The Veil of Maya"
lift before their closed eyes.
I take Natasha into my arms, and, with thigh
locked against thigh, long-step her onto the dance
floor in a tango sweep that sends her thin, white
skirt billowing behind her, like a gossamer cloud.
A light blue veil hangs about the room as a
consequence of the big blue tango paintings
hanging from the walls. Under the paintings at one
end of the room, three musicians, with heads
loosely held in circular embrace, play guitar,
bandoneon and violin, while losing themselves in
the back alleys of Buenos Aires. Men, wearing
dark, pin-stripped suits and hats that ride low
over eyes lost in shadow, sit at tables with their
women, whose stiletto-heels show like dangerous
weapons through the slits of their black sheath
gowns. Their smiling red lips part, and their
laughter sweetly rides the crest of the tango
beat.
The waitress, carrying a tray loaded with empty
glasses, passes us on her way to the bar. She
spots Natasha, and a warm smile of recognition
rises on her lips. She pauses at the edge of the
dance floor. We dance across the floor to where
she stands. She lifts her tray high above her
dance floor. We dance
across the floor to where she stands. She lifts
her tray high above her head and embraces each of
us with her free hand as we exchange kisses.
The tango ends and
dancers mingle on the dance floor, exchanging
greetings, reviewing tango steps and smiling
warmly in animated talk. The women gradually leave
the floor and return to their tables to make use
of their fans and drink champagne. Their fans,
folded into unremarkable, inanimate wands, lay on
the white linen tablecloth.
They pick up their fans, and, with an
imperceptible twist of the wrist, punctuated by an
umbrella-opening POP, transform the fans into
gorgeous lace wings that stir the moist, perfumed
air beneath the plunging décolleté of their
gowns, cooling their damp breasts and causing the
nostrils of the men standing nearby to twitch.
I walk over to the
small bar, where Isabelle, a pretty, slew-footed
ballerina who traded her toe shoes for the
stiletto heels of a professional tango dancer, is
meticulously drying gleaming champagne flutes with
a towel. "Bonsoir, Robert," she says,
leaning over the bar to present her cheek for my
kiss.
"The usual?" she asks, reaching for
the bottle of scotch on the shelf above the
mirror. "No, not tonight, Isabelle. We’re
drinking champagne tonight; and I’ll take one of
those big fluffy patisseries with all the creamy
goop on it, si’il te plait," I tell
her, pointing to a tray loaded with a million
calories. "Je suis un méchant garçon,
and this is my 'redemption': a peace offering to
Mademoiselle Natasha for having abused her
trusting, Russian generosity. Isabelle withdraws a
bottle of champagne from the frig and sets two
champagne flutes on the bar. POP! The champagne
"shows-off" its bubbly exuberance,
fizzes to the top of the glass and then
retreats to a safe breathing distance. I raise the
glass to my lips and feel a few migrant bubbles
burst onto the tip of my nose.
The music begins again, and couples return to
the dance floor. Others remain seated at their
tables, watching the dancers, admiring the complex
movement of their feet, the embraces, the broad
sweeps, the clack of heels and the arched backs of
the women as their men bend over them in intimate
belly-pressed-to-belly embrace. The women's black
shoes, armed with stiletto heels, stealthily climb
the legs of the men, whose black hats ride low,
over eyes lost in shadow. The
dancers surrender to the forbidden beat and glide
across the floor in close embrace. The women’s
eyes are closed. Their blood red lips curve
sweetly upwards in La Gioconda smiles, as the men,
with slow hands on silken thighs, gaze with
half-closed eyes into infinity. The world
disappears and conscious thought fades as in a
dream..
to be continued . . .
email:
robert_o@lavidatango.com
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Ten
locations for the Zorzal
The popular Tango singer, whose
voice has been included in the Register of UNESCO, can be
recalled at-at least- ten places in Buenos Aires
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In Buenos Aires the Morocho del
Abasto (Abasto's black haired), as the popular tango
singer was also known, can be met again at the street
which is named after him, at his house turned into a
museum, on Jean Jaures street, and at many other spots
of the city where he lived. An itinerary -that can be
done by bus during one of the free guided tours offered
by the local government- includes the following Gardel
sites:
1. Casa Museo de Carlos
Gardel (Jean Jeaures 735): In the Abasto
neighborhood, the typical 20th Century building where
Gardel lived from 1927 to 1933 offers certain rarities
and remembers the singer's works, though not much has
been preserved since the house suffered several
restorations. .
2. Carlos Gardel Passage
and Tango Walk: Located at the passage that
crosses the Abasto shopping center’ central square
(between Anchorena and Jean Jaures streets), this walk
hosts the Monument to Carlos Gardel, made of bronze by
sculptor Mariano Pagés and placed there on March
2000.
3. O'Rondeman Bar (Agüero
y Humahuaca): Earlier named El Progreso, it is one of
the very many bars and cafes that surrounded the
Abasto Market, in the terrain framed by Corrientes
Avenue and Anchorena, Agüero and Lavalle streets,
where the Abasto Shopping Center stands today. Gardel
sang in this bar in 1910.
4. Corrientes Avenue
between Esmeralda and Maipú streets: At beginning
of 20th. Century, Corrientes was a narrow street where
the most famous tango spots were located. On the
corner of Esmeralda and Corrientes Avenue, a plaque
tributes the National Day of Tango, December 11,
Gardel’s birthday.
5. Luna Park (Corrientes
Ave. and Bouchard): The stadium once devoted to box
and now to artistic shows is the place where Gardel's
funeral took place on 1936 summer, after tragic plane
crash at Medellin, Colombia, where the singer lost his
life on June 24, 1935.
6.
Café Tortoni (Av. de Mayo 829): At the historical
cafe, on June 27 1927, Gardel sang at a party held to
honor Luigi Pirandello, whose troupe performed at the
Odeon Theatre (located in Corrientes and Esmeralda).
The Zorzal acted along with his guitarists José
Ricardo y Guillermo Barbieri. The National Academy of
Tango is located at the second floor of the same
building -called Palace Carlos Gardel-.
7. Casa del Teatro (Av.
Santa Fe 1243): Its room Carlos Gardel exhibits the
singer's personal belongings, such us documents,
clothes, photos and other keepsakes from his childhood
and his career.
8. Palais de Glace (Posadas
1725): The building opened as a skating rink and later
became a social club with milongas Gardel used to
attend, though he never acted there. A tale tells that
the day Gardel was celebrating there his 25th birthday
(12/11/1915), he was involved in a gangs' fight at the
neighboring Alvear square and got shot in his lung.
His life was in danger during 40 days and the bullet
could never been extracted from his body.
9. Palermo Racetrack (Av.
del Libertador 4401): Inaugurated on May 7 1876, close
to Parque 3 de Febrero, the singer was usually seen
there due to his passion for horses. He bought the
first of his 9 horses, Lunático (Lunatic), in 1930. Among,
the most famous Domingo Torterolo, Máximo Acosta and
Irineo Leguisamo; Gardel dedicated his tango Leguisamo
solo to the latest, a closer friend of his.
10. Chacarita Cemetery (Av.
Guzmán 780): The mausoleum where Gardel rests is at
the necropolis located in Chacarita neighborhood. Each
June 24, his death's anniversary, many fans visit the
tomb and usually leave a carnation and a cigarette on
Gardel's statue.
Gardel
in the Memory of the World
UNESCO included in its Memory of the
World register the Uruguayan Horacio Loriente Collection
of records, some acoustic and some electronic, which was
produced between 1913 and 1935 and comprises 770 pieces
sung by Carlos Gardel, the "Zorzal Criollo"
(Creole nightingale), as the singer was known.
The records, produced in Buenos Aires, Paris and New York,
include the 29 musical genres and the different styles
that made up Gardel's repertoire, and preserve an
excellent record of his unique voice, with its highly
unusual nuances.
Created
in 1997, the Memory of the World register aims to preserve
and "the universal worthy documental patrimony".
Nowadays, it comprises 91 works and collections. Gardel
-whose birthplace brings out intractable controversies -
had spread tango round the whole world. In fact, his
success in Europe and the United States caused the opening
of Tango academies in Paris, Buenos Aires and Montevideo
when the Zorzal Criollo was still alive. Those academies
have become hundred of milongas and dance schools all over
the American continent, in almost every European country
and in Asia, mainly in Japan.
Nowadays, 60 years after his death -which occurred on June
24,1935, in Medellín, Colombia-and 90 years after his
earliest recordings were made, Gardel still has many
admirers and 34,247 Internet sites (according to a search
engine) are devoted to him.
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