I often wonder why tango is so attractive, why I (and others with me) got so obsessed with it. Why we never tire of it.
In part, I think it has to do with the infinite depth that can be found within it, and part of the source of this I believe is the dual nature of tango, or its apparent paradoxes. Making it difficult to explain or describe what tango is and isn’t. Conflicting forces that are present simultaneously.
Sorrow and happiness. Confidence and humbleness. Quiet and loud. Calmness and violence. Domination and submission. Understatement and exagerration. Elegance and crudeness. Simplicity and complexity. Playfulness and sincerity. Modernity and tradition. Decency and frivolity. Proximity and distance. Suspense and release. Old and new. Life and death. Me -- and you.