I don’t know why, but whenever I hear the urgent strains of Tango Libre composed by Astor Piazzolla I get the goose-bumps.
The first time ever that I heard Tango music was in Budapest when I was 12 years old. I guess, being of Hungarian origin and therefore somewhat predisposed toward melancholy and very much toward sensuality, it was natural that I should be deeply affected by the sounds of yearning that are the essence of classic Tango music.
Imagine my excitement when I discovered that our friend Meli, who lives in San Francisco and runs a well-known Tango studio, was coming to visit us for a few days.
Two blocks from my apartment there is a park where people gather around a small artificial pond on Sunday nights to dance Tango for a couple of hours. (Montreal is a tango-crazed city.) I enticed Meli to dance with me and did my best not to ruin her shoes by stepping on them too often.
Yesterday she sent me a short note:
This tango is very different from the one you shared with me, but another example of the range of styles and dancers. Enjoy!
My ambition has been (and still is, though I know I’ll never make it) to be able to put together a sequence similar to what you can watch if you click here.