Last week I watched a .wmv of Frankie Martinez, New York salsa’s shining star. I found it very inspiring on two counts: 1) seeing his movements gave me a sense of the potential of this style of salsa and 2) his views on the way modern salsa dancers are too hung up on moves and technique and forget to have fun perfectly align with where my mind is at the moment with salsa. Last friday I was absolutely burning up the dance floor, channeling that inspiration into more energy and creativity in moves and styling.

Last night was different. I was rubbish. Same amount of trying, but without the same levels of “being any good”. My experiments, instead of coming up with exciting new moves or styling, ended up simply as mis-leads and cockups.

Still, my turning’s improving. I’m well on the way to a free-standing triple turn.