Wednesday, 17 March 2010
I wish I hadn't said anything about clog dancing now, even in jest; I'm out of my depth. I decided to have a look at what it involved, and was led into a wildly-contrasting, confusing, sometimes hilarious world of videos, strange clothing, frightening footwear and technique-based in-fighting. I'm now humbly aware of how little I ever knew about clogging, and how many opportunities I've just stumbled on to offend aficionados of Morris and folk dance, for whom small differences in traditional technique are a matter of life and death. So I shan't say anything more. But I may not apply to join the Post-Menopausal Ladies Clog Extravaganza Training School after all.
Before I deliberately forget all I have just learned, here are two contrasting videos:
Clog Dancing The Serious Way.
Doesn't take up much space, you get to wear your bullet-proof black tights, and allows prize winners to look like someone has played Pin The Tail On The Lib-Dem Supporter.
Clog Dancing For Fun.
Look - teenagers dancing with grown ups, and not cringing with embarrassment or falling over laughing!
If I had to do it, and could choose, I think it would be a cheerful knees-up for me; Bluegrass in Bacteria Gardens. Thankfully, I don't, so it won't. Morris, tap and clog dancers amongst you, please don't write in. I'm already sorry for any offence given.
Posted by rachel at 12:50