Samba

Last night I went with a group to a Sambe School. Last rehearsals (they spend all year rehearsing) before the carnival.
It was just great. We thought we might learn to dance it. Huh! Thank goodness we just watched, which was exhausting enough.

The Samba is this wonderful, colourful all age affair with all sorts of layers of music, dance, and then minders around the edge. It is a great metaphor for our Post modern world really. The musicians include a band with quite a few singers. Then there is this large group of percussionists who almost drown out the music and give it all this really discordant feel.Among the dancers are the large matrons grooving away, young girls scantily dressed shaking their bits as vigorously as they can, the flag couples whirling and whirling, guys dressed in black and white with masks doing this dramatic thing, and other guys in red with tambourine type things doing tricks with them. All seemed to be doing their own thing and yet it all hangs together making this rather loud, manic, energetic beautiful whole. Like life today really, if we have eyes to see it.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Simply Sent

They Were Not There at the Beginning

Youth Camp