Tango Music Challenge Day 3


(Share one of your favorite Argentine Tango Songs (tango, milonga,or vals) and promote someone else to do the same 3 Day Challenge)
Although I don't generally care for most of the challenges that circulate the web, I must say that I have enjoyed this one tremendously: It has sharpened my focus on what touches and motivates me in tango, how the music influences me and what I am looking for when dancing to it.
The third and final orchestra is for me as obvious as the fact that night follows day, winter is forever chasing the summer and all living things must die. No matter how beautiful, powerful or touching other orchestras' interpretations may be, there is no-one quite like Osvaldo Pugliese. While there are times when I seem to drift further away from him, the re-encounter is every time more satisfying, as if I was finally back home from wandering lost, cold and lonely in a strange and inhospitable land.
However, Pugliese's is no easy-listening music. To continue with my water-related metaphors, there is no doubt that we are talking of a vast ocean here; at times calm and velvety but often a raging, life-threatening mass of water, ready to pull you into its abyss. There are powerful swells, perilous winds and currents that can pull you miles off-course, and once you are at sea, you have little control over when you might be able to return to the safety of harbour.
Embarking on a journey accross an ocean is never to be taken light-heartedly, and it is crucial to choose your vessel and crew carefully. If the weather is rough, even seasoned sailors prefer to stay on land, watching the storm take its course, admiring its power. Similarly, dancing to this music requires strong faith in your partner, a calm and concentrated state of mind and a willingness to accept whatever fate may bring. Often, one prefers to just sit and listen, letting the music carry one's mind to far-away places, to memories and dreams buried deep within.
My strongest memories of dancing are all related to Pugliese: even after years have passed, I can still remember exact times, songs and people I shared them with. Those people are forever bound to me with invisible ties, no matter the geographical distance or time spent apart.Often, I have had to go outside and cry after such a tanda. However, they have also left me with the wonderful sense of peace that prevails after the storm has passed.
My final nominee is one of those people. Tango DJ Mik Avramenko, this is my way to wish you Happy Birthday and to thank you for unforgettable sea journeys!

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