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Saturday, January 26, 2008

Roller Girl

If I had my own studio or if I taught jazz, hip-hop or belly-dancing, I would not have been out in the hot sticky weather this week getting black paint on my clothes and blisters on my hands. The thing about tap is that you can't just set up shop anywhere. For a start, savvy venue hirers won't take you because they have some idea of the possible damage. Plus you need a particular surface to work on. Carpet, for example, is no good. The venue I hire has lino [linoleum flooring] which was just okay for sound but not proof against scratches and dings (occupational hazard), much less long slides. So I bring my own floor. I started with 16 boards, but with bigger classes I now need 28. That's a lot of painting. I was even inspired to mess around with a stencil to pretty them up a bit.

Now I need to get cracking on some choreography. Yep, tap starts back this week, and I'm nearly ready....