February - Tap tap tap tap tap

FEBRUARY / TAP

MONDAY 9TH FEBRUARY 09


My tap shoes have arrived. They are silver. I have been staring at them for days like an excitable child. I admit that on occasion I have even worn them around the office. I kid myself that this is to break them in, but secretly it make trips to the floor-tiled toilet more interesting.

Tonight’s tap class is taken by London’s answer to Lionel Blair. My silver shoes act as a bedazzling bluff to my actual experience & capabilities and I “shuffle-ball-change” my way monotonously through an hour of foot-stamping noise. I like it.

Other shoeless beginners haven’t really thought through their first tap experience & sneaker-squeak their way across the floor like Michael Jordan.

There’s something strangely soothing about the ceaseless monotony of this foot percussion.

There’s something strangely soothing about the ceaseless monotony of this foot percussion.

There’s something strangely soothing about the ceaseless monotony of this foot percussion.

(You get the picture).

I seem to have found my recurrent niche & even leave wanting to repeat the experience - that is once I’ve checked out repetitive production assembly line job vacancies…