Every Wednesday
7pm - 8:15pm All Levels
Focus on close embrace, connection, balance, and new steps
All classes @
9 Great Jones (3rd St) Bell #1
between Broadway & Lafayette.
Red Door next to Acme Restaurant
NYC
Every Tuesday
8:45 - 9:45pm Beginner
9:45 - 10:45 guided practica
@ Rubyfruit downstairs
531 Hudson (@ Charles St)
NYC
$20 per class (includes practica & milonga and one drink on Tuesdays.)
NO PARTNER NECESSARY
Private lessons also available by appointment.
email
tigerstango@gmail.com
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Rubyfruit Report
The practica y milonga are growing slowly and I am happy to report that tonight was a very good night at Rubyfruit. We had many new beginners including some very hot eye candy from Albert Einstein school of medicine. The doctorboys are on their way to Buenos Aires and wanted to get a head start on their tango. La Marshall - look out! We were also blessed with a visit from two Cubano Mambo Kings who are now ready to master the tango. There were gay boys from Uruguay y an amazing mina from Netherlands who stopped by to dance. (Be sure to look for her in the milongas on Wed & Th as her following is exquisite!) Along with the core group of dedicated regulars we were visited by a very sexy and mysterious man and woman couple. They experienced their first tango lesson and say they will be back. It was a very satisfying tango night. We danced until 1:30am and would have gone later except the bartender was tired and needed to call it a night. Nos vemos la proxima vez!
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
NYC's first Lesbian Milonga!
THEN...
NOW...
THINGS CHANGE ONLY TO REMAIN THE SAME
Tango Tuesdays @ RUBYFRUIT
8:45 pm - 9:45 pm Lesson
with Master Instructor
Lexa Roséan
9:45 - 10:45pm Practica
Milonga till 1 am
531 Hudson St.
NYC
212 929 3343
Queer design but Heterosexual friendly.
tango death and rebirth
The faces of my students
the eager faces of my students are a beacon of light
a budding spring
reminding me of my own tango youth.
reminding me of the hope I once held for my dance and my life.
reminding me that I can still inspire in others what I no longer carry within.
the eager faces of my students are a beacon of light
a budding spring
reminding me of my own tango youth.
reminding me of the hope I once held for my dance and my life.
reminding me that I can still inspire in others what I no longer carry within.
Dancing and Depressed.
Tonight the Egyptian asked me if I was tired.
"No I am not tired. "I said even though I was resting out the tanda.
"Then perhaps you are in love. It is the same, you know - tired and in love.
Being in love makes you dizzy." he smiled.
"Yes, I know" I smiled back.
I was feeling dizzy.
I had gotten a bit drunk before the milonga (something I never do) because I lost a job earlier in the afternoon and it seemed appropriate to get inebriated. If I had been tired or in love, these feelings were quickly supplanted by the onset of deep panic.
A long long time ago, my astrologer told me that I needed to dance in order to avoid committing suicide. So I began to dance.
It saved my life for several decades.
I am now wondering if this is still an effective remedy.
It was only in the elevator on the way out that I found my lost sense of humor, dignity, and desire to live.
A gentleman and two ladies accompanied me down. The ladies buzzed about my dapper hat and I made some comment back to them. The gentleman was taken aback and he said:
"Your voice is higher than I expected. I thought you were a -"
"The ladies buzzed again and chuckled deeply.
"Shall I lower my voice for you?" I asked while straightening my corbata. And I did so speaking in a deep husky range.
"I thought you were a -
You are dressed like a -
I thought you were a -" he repeated.
"I AM" I said in my best basso.
"It is ok, the ladies assured him. It takes a woman to know these things."
In that moment I ceased to feel so depressed for being such a loser.
At least I was recognized for the milonguero I am.
"No I am not tired. "I said even though I was resting out the tanda.
"Then perhaps you are in love. It is the same, you know - tired and in love.
Being in love makes you dizzy." he smiled.
"Yes, I know" I smiled back.
I was feeling dizzy.
I had gotten a bit drunk before the milonga (something I never do) because I lost a job earlier in the afternoon and it seemed appropriate to get inebriated. If I had been tired or in love, these feelings were quickly supplanted by the onset of deep panic.
A long long time ago, my astrologer told me that I needed to dance in order to avoid committing suicide. So I began to dance.
It saved my life for several decades.
I am now wondering if this is still an effective remedy.
It was only in the elevator on the way out that I found my lost sense of humor, dignity, and desire to live.
A gentleman and two ladies accompanied me down. The ladies buzzed about my dapper hat and I made some comment back to them. The gentleman was taken aback and he said:
"Your voice is higher than I expected. I thought you were a -"
"The ladies buzzed again and chuckled deeply.
"Shall I lower my voice for you?" I asked while straightening my corbata. And I did so speaking in a deep husky range.
"I thought you were a -
You are dressed like a -
I thought you were a -" he repeated.
"I AM" I said in my best basso.
"It is ok, the ladies assured him. It takes a woman to know these things."
In that moment I ceased to feel so depressed for being such a loser.
At least I was recognized for the milonguero I am.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Dr. Ninah Beliavsky cordially invites you to a
BOOK CELEBRATION – Concert - DANCE
Imagination, Cognition and Language Acquisition:
A Unified Approach to Theory and Practice
- Dr. Clyde Coreil, Editor-in-Chief
- Dr. Ninah Beliavsky, Associate Editor
The Program will include a violin-piano recital by Yuri and Daniel Beliavsky
and a special performance of Argentine tango by
Ninah Beliavsky
Lexa Roséan and Daniel Rafael.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
MARILLAC AUDITORIUM
6:00 PM – 8:00 PM
St. John’s University
8000 Utopia Parkway
Jamaica, NY 11439
Refreshments will be served
Admission is Free
Sponsored by the Department of Languages and Literatures and
St. John’s College
For More information contact Dr. Ninah Beliavsky beliavsn@stjohns.edu
Saturday, March 22, 2008
PeekaBoo I see YOU
Gayle and I have decided to share this because it is so lovely - at least the moments you can see. Tiger is still in training and at present just cannot resist entering the forbidden zones - in this case - dancing out of camera range. This was our first public tango exhibition. We are dancing to Alma De Bohemio by Pedro Laurenz. March 21 2008 La Belle Epoque Milonga @ Ukranian Restaurant NYC
Lyrics courtesty of planet-tango.com
An additional note: While you are watching the empty stage, take notice of the lovely chandeliers. Although they shed light, they are rooted in "nights of pain". It is rumored they were purchased with gold teeth collected from murdered Jews in Ukranian concentration camps during the Holocaust.
Lyrics courtesty of planet-tango.com
Peregrino y soñador,
cantar,
quiero mi fantasía
y la loca poesía
que hay en mi corazón!
Lleno de amor y de alegría,
volcaré mi pasion.
Siempre sentí
la dulce ilusión
de estar viviendo
mi pasión.
Si es que no vivo lo que sueño
Yo sueño todo lo que canto,
por eso mi encanto
es el amor.
Mi pobre alma de bohemio
quiero acariciar
y como una flor
perfumar.
Y en mis noches de dolor
a hablar
me voy con las estrellas,
y las cosas más bellas
despierto he de soñar.
Porque les confío a ellas
toda mi sed de amar.
Siempre sentí
la dulce ilusión
de estar viviendo
mi pasión.
Yo busco en los ojos celestes
y en renegridas cabelleras
pasiones sinceras,
dulce emoción.
Y en mi eterna vida errante
llena de ilusión,
yo quiero dar todo
mi corazón.
Traveler and dreamer,
to sing,
I want (to sing) my fantasy
and the mad poetry
that there is in my heart!
Filled with love and joy,
I'll empty out my passion.
I always felt
the sweet illusion
to be living
my passion.
If I don't live what I dream
I dream all that I sing,
that's why my charm
is love.
My poor bohemian soul
I want to caress
and like a flower
permeate with perfume.
And in my nights of pain
to speak
I go (to speak) with the stars,
and the most beautiful things
awake, I'm going to dream
Because I trust in them
all my thirst for love.
I always felt
the sweet illusion
to be living
my passion.
I look for in the light blue eyes
and in black long hairs;
sincere passions,
sweet emotion.
And in my eternal wandering life
filled with illusion,
I want to give all
my heart.
An additional note: While you are watching the empty stage, take notice of the lovely chandeliers. Although they shed light, they are rooted in "nights of pain". It is rumored they were purchased with gold teeth collected from murdered Jews in Ukranian concentration camps during the Holocaust.
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