This is a hilarious passage I just found about old Irish dance practices.
During the eighteenth century, the dancing master appeared in Ireland. He was a wandering dancing teacher who travelled from village to village in a district, teaching dance to peasants. Dancing masters were flamboyant characters who wore bright clothes and carried staffs. [...]
Each dancing master had his own district and never encroached on another master’s territory. It was not unknown for a dancing master to be kidnapped by the residents of a neighbouring parish.Irish Dance When dancing masters met at fairs, they challenged each other to a public dancing contest that only ended when one of them dropped with fatigue.
Ah, if only things still worked like that…
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Oh,the wandering dancing masters was…The Lord of the Dance(insert lord of the dance theme music) LOL!
Pity, Michael Flatley couldnt be kidnapped and hidden away in some fairy mound for the next say 20 yrs, to keep us from enduring his dodgy hair and 45 yr old bared chest.
Hiphop!
good call, but do they carry staffs?
on the subject of michael flatley, his next project is hilariously titled “celtic tiger”. i havent heard anything so outrageous in a while…
PS. all arguments should be settled with dance-offs, or if possible, dance-fu