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January 20, 2007

bert's recent intensive spate in musical theatre has served him up an order of pointed-toes and glamour-arms

Posted by dogpossum on January 20, 2007 8:58 PM in the category lindy hop and other dances | Comments (0)

It was totally fricking hot and humid last night, and while I went out intending to repeat my crazy-dancing-like-a-fool Thursday night action, the heat (and rather ordinary floor) disuaded me. I ended up hanging out with Bert*, who's not been out dancing in FAR TOO LONG.

We are stunt buddies from way back (remind me to tell you about the time we convinced a group of Taswegians we were professional stuntmen/women. Truly. And the best bit was that we look like people who like to prop up bars. Because we do), and while we're both a little out of condition, we decided the front stairs of Forever Dance have gone too long without our attention. My describing pakour in great detail only encouraged our belief in our own abilities.
Unfortunately, we discovered it's been a bit of a while since we were in proper stunt condition. Coming down the first half of the stairs on my chest/shoulders/back I realised I had no actual control and was actually falling down the stairs. I decided I'd quit while was ahead - a bit of carpet burn and a slight scare was enough. I was also a little put off by the way the carpet grit was clinging attractively to my supersweaty skin.
But, as Bert has pointed out on prior stunt occasions, stunts aren't for babies.

So we tried a little pakour, using available resources (mostly just two hand rails down the stairs, a couple of door knobs and a side table). Despite our clear 'thinking like a child' skills, we failed to anything other than very B-grade traceurs. Unfortunately Bert's recent intensive spate in musical theatre** has served him up an order of pointed-toes and glamour-arms. And my recent spate of uninterrupted gluttony and sloth has gone some way in reducing my aerodynamicness. I also found that pakour + serious heat and humidity + laughing uproariously at oneself = difficulty breathing.

The most important thing we learnt last night was that pakour goes far better if you shout "Pakour!" as you throw yourself into the air.

*Bert watches old 20s/30s/40s comedy films to rip off stunts - he's into things like Abbot and Costello, Laurel and Hardy, the three stooges, etc.
**He really has been doing musical theatre. I was very disappointed when his brush with drag queening was necessarily brief - only one scene in Shout. I had high costuming hopes.

Posted by dogpossum on January 20, 2007 8:58 PM in the category lindy hop and other dances