Dancing in the moonlight

When I was beginning secondary school, Axé and Ragga rhythms were the bomb, I mean, what was most popular on radios and parties, at least the ones the students council of the institution gave. I remember I went a couple times to dance with my friends at that reunion place: the schoolyard and the gym. Well, some young dancers learned the moves to keep the wave, but some others didn’t -like me- and it was very funny to see everybody trying to do their best. One of my classmates almost only knew a single step, so he repeated it great part of the Axé songs. Another growing boy of my class was an expert in “perreo”, so we tried to be in a reasonable distance to leave him in harmony with his agitated nature. Actually, I liked music like nü metal and Marilyn Manson… not much like “Taphina” or “Papi chulo”, but it was a good time anyway. Music started to evolve and Reggaeton took control of discotheques. In a space full of sexual dance I found a shelter in alternative music and electronic sounds -I love it seems tragic-. My friends and I, usually got together in one of us house. I wasn’t interested in going out, because of the style of parties, but finally I accepted to go to a “heterosexual disco” -like I name the ones that use too much reggaeton; an excessive generalization, I know- and I didn’t feel totally comfortable with it but with my friends it was more pleasant. I think that kind of music isn’t too bad, leaving out the lyrics issue; I like the power of it, but not in the case of following the same beat half night or more. Just this year I tried in alternative discos and I feel it was really different. I didn’t even think I could want to go out and dance, but when I have time enough, strangely to my childhood thoughts and definitely without being the queen of the dance floor, I really enjoy doing it.