My samba sucks. And not in the Hoover sense. No, for this we need a vacuum with real suction. I think I mean in the Dyson Root Cyclone sense. This baby never loses suction.
Recently, I started working on my samba, trying to improve it. I’ve taken a couple of punishing private lessons with April. I’ve practiced in front of the mirror, wiggling, stretching my rib cage, and rotating my hips. I’ve bota fogoed and corta jacaed my grocery cart down the frozen food aisle. But I have a lot of ingrained bad habits from years of doing it wrong, and despite my work, my samba doesn’t seem to get better.
I think one issue I’m having is translating the technique I’ve been taught into actual movement:
- Moving and twisting my hips and rib cage
- Bending and straightening my knees
- Doing it all to the right rhythm.
I’m still working at 1/10th time (when I’m doing well), never mind trying to do it to real music—that’s when it all sambas merrily to hell.
For some reason, samba doesn’t feel as intuitive to me as a lot of other dances do—like rumba or waltz. I guess it will just take time and lots of practice.
Or maybe what I need is the right carnival headdress. What do you think? Is this me?