Det var ett konstigt påsklov för min del. Jag repade en del och sedan mitt i blev jag sjuk (typiskt, men jag vet ju att jag alltid blir sjuk när det är lov, så jag är bara glad att det var lindrigt den här gången och egentligen bara en dag som jag var alldeles däckad med feber). Och vips så hade påsklovet runnit förbi. Men detta hände också:
Långpromenad med Johan. Han fastnade inte på bild, men det gjorde jag.
Pannkaksmiddag i Krokslätt. Den här bilden är ju så typisk. Och galen. :)
Även denna: Hur många bilder finns det i min blogg, från augusti 2009 och framåt, på Åse när hon skrattar? <3
En annan kväll var jag på traditionsenlig påskmiddag (även här och här) med Trevliga Trion. Rimligt folk!
På annandag påsk var jag i Kungälv på kalas för att träffa min kära vän Maria och hennes familj. Det var mycket länge sedan vi sågs (för varje gång jag är i Stockholm är hon här - jättedålig tajming varje gång) och jag blev så glad bara av att vara i närheten av henne att det svällde i bröstet. Det är fint.
(Över själva påskhelgen åkte jag till landet med min familj, men det får bli i ett annat blogginlägg!)
Frida Sundemo | It's OK
So. Travel photography is a thing. Dance photography is a thing. And traveling for dance is definitely a thing (albeit not one that many people outside of dance communities know about. The short version of what traveling for dance is: When you reach the point where you crave more social dance, live music and/ or instruction than your home town can offer, you inevitably need to start traveling to get more of your
So I really feel that Dance Travel Photography Blogging should be a thing!
I can see that this is an incredibly small niche: you have to be interested in dance and travel and photography and blogging. My dance travel blog posts contain loads of photos of dancing - which I assume would be boring if you are not a dancer - and also loads of walking and sightseeing - which might get in the way if you're only here for the dance photos.
I, though, love the mix. I really do. My dance travel posts are my favorite blog posts (even though they certainly take the most time to make). The whole is greater than the sum of its parts, you know?
I thought I was alone feeling that the mix is the best. Recently though, I have recieved indications that people other than Anna's aunt, my vocal coach and my ex boyfriend's mother are reading this blog (although these three people will probably remain my greatest fan club :)). And I have also heard that people really like it when I blog about my dance travels. Which is why I decided to create an archive. In this archive, you'll find links to all the blog posts about all the weekend blues dance events I've ever been to. Just in case you have some time off over Easter and don't know what to do with that time: jump right in! :)
Blues Garden 2014
Part 1: Friday
Part 2: Saturday
Part 3: Sunday
Things I didn't photograph at EBI - note on this post: beware, it is very long. I am So Glad now, three years later, that I wrote all of this down. EBI was my very first international blues dance event (except for Blues Garden which didn't really count because a) it was really small, b) it's in my hometown, and c) I'm organizing it) and this post is just overflowing with love and joy. And I am so glad that so many things that were new to me then, are familiar to me now; that this dance scene is a home to me. I love that feeling.
European Blues Invasion part 1
European Blues Invasion part 2
Blues dancing at 7 AM in a London park
Berlin Blues Explosion 2014
Berlin del 1
Berlin del 2
Berlin del 3
Berlin del 4
Berlin del 5
Berlin del 6
Berlin del 7
Berlin del 8
the Blues Garden 2015
Espanish Blues Festival 2015
the Blues Garden 2016
the Blues Garden 2016
Espanish Blues Festival 2016
Gamla gator och paella i Madrid
El Retiro, bollträd och klassisk konst i Madrid
Tvättstreck och pastellväggar i Madrid
Espanish Blues Festival
European Blues Invasion 2016
Wicked, Bankside and Stompin' the Blues
European Blues Invasion 2016
the Spoonful 2016
Walking in Edinburgh pt 1
Walking in Edinburgh pt 2
Autumn Blues 2016
the Blues Garden 2017
Thoughts & photos from the Blues Garden
Before the Blues Garden
Fair City Blues 2017
Fair City Blues part I
Fair City Blues part II
Fair City Blues part III
Also, this thing I wrote in 2014 ...
"Knowing that there's nowhere I'd rather be in this moment, and at the same time incredulously wondering how it can be real – what did I do to make this my life? I must have done something right at one point or another, to have been able to create this life for me; this beautiful, wonderful life, that somehow includes blues dancing in a London park after a night of amazing dancing while the city is waking up to a new day around us."
I must have done something right.
I fredags var vädret såhär fint när jag var ute på morgonpromenad. Det var så mycket fågelkvitter att jag blev alldeles rusig.
Och i vardagsrummet sken solen över den rena tvätten - vilket lyxliv!
Frukosten är som vanligt. Japp, jag är en sådan person som äter exakt samma frukost varje dag. Det gör mig på mycket bra humör att äta detta, så varför ändra på den vanan?
Sen gick jag till jobbet (= satte mig vid mitt skrivbord) och jobbade med mail och administration och sånt jox som egenföretagare visst håller på med titt som tätt.
Frampå dagen åkte jag in till stan för att, som jag allt som oftast gör, ta del av detta underbara: Eftermiddagsbuffé på Berzelii Choklad. Det är en massa gott utanför bild också, men här jag jag fotat det allra bästa: Pralinfatet. Hurra! Alltså bara att komma på tanken att ha finpraliner i bufféform? Så att man kan äta hur många man vill? Geni.
På tal om genier så är denna underbara person också ett sånt. Jag håller på att lära mig springa på framfoten (pga så grymt!) och Johan är naturligtvis min guru gällande detta. Eller som Anna sa en gång: "Men kan Johan liksom ... allt?".
Sedan åkte jag och repade hela långa kvällen. Haha, det ser verkligen så otroligt flummigt ut på bilderna? Och ännuy flummigare låter det när vi sjunger (i alla fall de låtar jag är med i). Men roligt blir det nog.
Och allra sist innan den här dagen var slut åkte jag hem till soffan och bänkade mig med min alldeles egna chokladprovning (Dominikanska Republiken vinner varje gång).
Jimmy Eat World | Your House
Förra helgen var för min del mycket kort; jag jobbade och repade hela fredagen och det mesta av lördagen. Men när jag väl kom loss såg jag till att njuta ordentligt. Det här bestod min korta helg av:
Söndagen kändes som en sådan vårdag att jag när jag skulle promenera hem i den tidiga kvällen, var tvungen att ta flera extra omvägar. Så gott är det att vara ute i vårkvällen. Och det kommer fler. Det ska jag inte glömma.
Stina Nordenstam | Something Nice
On Sunday, we skipped classes! Yeah, I know. Bad blues dancing student! But we both felt that we more than anything else needed some rest and vacation time. It's a hard choice to make, because the teachers are so awesome, and there's always more to learn - but sometimes you need to listen to your body, you know?
We slept in and then had brunch at this place we found called Wuff. It was crowded and noisy but their vegetarian brekfast was sooo goood. As in, I even enjoyed the baked beans. When did that ever happen before?
After brunch we walked a couple of blocks to the Museum of History and Decorative Arts. Because we love museums.
We looked at things for a while, but the best exhibition was the one about the Easter Rising. Didn't photograph it, because of crying. I have to admit I hadn't really ... gotten it? Not that I still do. I don't think I can ever "get it". What I'm trying to say is, I felt really stupid for not understanding how much this still is a really big deal. I mean, it's all over Dublin, everywhere we went, there were signs, memorials and art about it.
More walking! We went to a huge park. So huge that we got tired after a while and turned around. :)
And then all of a sudden it was late afternoon and time to rest, get ready and walk to the Sunday social dance.
It was FABULOUS. Such a great party!
Also, look at this place? The Liquor Rooms immediately went to the top of my list for blues dancing venues (except for Forum which is always the best, hehe :)). There was space for dancing and and sitting down to relaxing in comfy armchairs ...
... and they had drinks. :) Like this one called Funny in Sweden. Ha! The text says "Created by our Swedish bartender John Norrman, who is known for spurting out the most ridiculous statements & jokes that could only be considered funny in Sweden". In the bottom corner was this joke: "- Why do you never see elephants hiding in trees? - Because they're really good at it". I laughed out loud when I read that. How does someone not find that funny? ... So I guess I must be pretty Swedish after all. :)
I didn't get that drink though, because I prefer my drinks sour, fruity & sweet as opposed to bitter. I got the Lazy Daisy Swizzle and it was delicious.
And here is my Swedish bartender! :) (Not the one who created the Funny in Sweden drink. But still funny to see everyone's heads turning when we started to speak Swedish. :)) Also, it was a treat just watching her at work. She was So Fast.
Annette, dancing as always when she DJ:s. <3
Here's a photo I didn't take: Annette played a song by my band, the Sky is Crying (actually it was a version of Miss Celie's Blues). She smiled and pointed at me and I got so shy and embarrassed that I literally ran an hid. What? Why? I don't know? It was so BIZARRE. Singing on stage has become as natural as talking to me. But hearing my own voice on a recording played to a dancing crowd - that was really strange. In a not altogether uncomfortable way. :)
This is my favorite photo of the night. I know - I have weird taste. But I just like the colors and the movement so much. And the depth of field and the slight grain. It captures the mood of my memories from the party so well, even though it's far from the traditional "good dance photo".
Here's another photo I didn't take: There was a loudspeaker of the perfect size just next to the dance floor, to one side of the DJ booth. The perfect size in this case meant just the right size for me to crawl up on it and sit comfortably on something like a high, large, square stool. It was getting late - or rather, early - and I was a little tired, but in the good way - you know the way that makes you feel like not dancing is perfect? I sat there enjoying my drink and the mood of the party, while Dan Repsch, who was DJ:ing, created the perfect soul party.
And I couldn't help but thinking: This is it. This is what I dreamed of as a teenager.
You know, when I turned 18 and started going out, I just wanted to dance. But there were so few clubs that had good music. And even if they did, my friends and I would often be the only ones dancing. I wanted a dance floor crowded with people who can really move. Where no one was drunk and everyone happy, and the music just deliriously great. This is it, I realised. Through blues dancing, I found it. Who would have thought?
I thought: I have to go get my camera.
And then I knew: I can't miss this.
So I didn't.
And then we went to dance on Ha'penny Bridge.
And that's the lot, my friends; another lovely dance event comes to and end. Luckily, there's more dance events to come - I have four more booked between now and July. Heh! That sounds crazy when I say it out loud! I haven't counted before. :) Let me just say, it's really convenient for your wallet when your hobby starts to pay for itself through singing and photography. :)
Mark Ronson | Uptown Funk