So after attending the Pena Flamenca performance at The Masque Theatre in Muizenberg last night I’ve come to the conclusion that only a very select few can take up the art/sport/past-time/seriously hectic dance moves.
If you want to become a flamenco dancer, you have to have:
- Very, incredibly thick and strong thighs so that you can bring your foot down to the earth like no other,
- Long hair that you can thrash around in passionate fury. Or furious passion,
- Emotive brows. These are a must. You must be able to tell your dance partner/opponent an entire life’s story in just one expression,
- An inexplicable love for swishy clothing that will inevitably get in the way of your foot-stomping and arm writhing,
- Flexible wrists.
- A loud voice with which to goad or encourage your opponent/partner.
- Timing. Impeccable, impeccable timing.
- A crap-load of energy.
That is all.
But also. I was going to put in a picture of some kind of flamenco dancing king and queen but then I decided that I liked the one of the two goofs dancing in their living room more. It’s from Pinterest.