| May 27, 2003
L.A.'s spin on salsa
Thousands gather for a week of Latin dancing with a
Southern California flavor.
By Agustin Gurza, Times Staff Writer
Salsa dancing can be an addiction. Incurable salsaholics
openly admit their metabolic need for regular
polyrhythmic fixes, lest they start feeling restless. In
the worst cases, they go on extended salsa binges, lost
weekends of endless dips, spins and spectacular
neck-drops they may not remember in the morning.
Thousands of these hopelessly hooked hoofers converged
on Los Angeles last week for the biggest dose of salsa
dance mania in the free world: the fifth annual West
Coast Salsa Congress. They came from as far away as
Argentina, Australia and Japan, all for a sleep-deprived
five-day marathon of workshops, flashy performances and
concerts by first-rate bands.
One woman drove from Las Vegas with her husband flat on
his back recovering from surgery, stopping along the
road to relieve his discomfort with massages.
A mother from Mexico postponed paying her rent,
utilities and her son's tuition so she could pay for the
trip (about $1,000) and perform with her troupe.
And a salsa DJ from New York who couldn't afford airfare
spent 78 hours on a Greyhound bus, arriving sore but
raring to go at 10 p.m. Tuesday, the eve of the congress
kickoff.
"I'm here," said Julio "El Rumbero"
Perez with a laugh, jokingly rubbing his backside.
"That's what's important."
There are other salsa festivals around the globe, but
salsa fanatics flock to Los Angeles as the unlikely
Mecca of this sensual Afro-Caribbean dance form. In the
last few years, the city has stolen the salsa spotlight
with a flashy and aggressive style developed by a small
group of now-famous dancers, especially the renowned
Vazquez brothers, Francisco, Luis and Johnny.
The worldwide popularity of their L.A. style was on
display during the congress, which ran Wednesday through
Sunday at the Hollywood Park Casino in Inglewood.
Amateur but ambitious performers from all over the world
used some variation of moves first introduced by dancers
at local clubs before L.A. was on the salsa map.
"I remember some people didn't want to let us into
the clubs in the early days," recalled Francisco
Vazquez after his sensational performance Saturday with
his partner, Monica Gonzalez. "They said it was a
circus."
Vazquez and his brothers, working-class immigrants from
Guadalajara, now spend much of their time teaching and
touring in Europe. They're among a small group of L.A.
salsa superstars including Josie Neglia, Joby
Vazquez (who, with husband Luis, co-founded Salsa
Brava), Janette Valenzuela and Laura Canellias who
unwittingly launched a global dance movement when they
visited the original salsa congress in Puerto Rico in
1997.
Their brash and flashy style was an instant hit. The
brothers brought a Mexican street sensibility and a
menacing, pachuco edge to a dance that has roots in
Cuba's elegant danzon. The women added grace and
fashion with their own clothes and shoe designs.
Salsa purists knock the L.A. style for its Hollywood
glitziness and look-at-me antics, which often resemble
gymnastics or drill-team acrobatics. But defenders
remind critics that imitation is the sincerest form of
flattery.
"Well, the place is packed," noted the
congress' promoter, Albert Torres, who started as a
dancer and instructor. "We [dancers] have never
gotten paid much, but all we've ever wanted is
respect."
Paradoxically, this is the event's biggest year despite
a devastating slump in the salsa recording industry.
More than 4,000 people each night turned out to see a
dizzying series of short performance routines, followed
by nightly concerts featuring major old-school salsa
acts, such as Ray Barretto and Oscar D'Leon. The
heartiest souls could dance their soles off to DJ music
until 4 a.m.
"I'm overwhelmed and overjoyed," said Torres,
a former drug addict and gambler who found redemption in
salsa music, where he also found his wife and business
partner, Maya. Torres sponsors 14 annual congresses in
cities around the world, from Toronto to Tokyo. The
growing circuit allows top dancers to travel constantly,
turning their names into trademarks to sell everything
from T-shirts to instruction videos, where the real
money is. At her booth this week, Neglia said she
grosses $300,000 annually selling inexpensively produced
dance tapes, mostly through the Internet.
"I don't mean to brag, but women changed their
entire way of dancing because of my videos," said
the voluptuous teacher, surrounded by young female fans
wanting a snapshot with her.
Every year, routines get more kinetic and costumes more
outlandish. Some men threw their partners in the air and
over their shoulders, as easy as tossing a pizza.
Dancers dressed as court jesters, flappers and
hillbillies. Even Batman danced with Cat Woman, played
by Edie "The Salsa Freak" and Al "Liquid
Silver" Espinoza.
In the supportive spirit of the congress, even mediocre
acts got encouraging applause. Most dancers, especially
beginners, don't get paid to perform. So nobody gets too
snooty about sloppy choreography or ideas that don't
quite work.
Congress participants from 45 countries often fused
other music and cultures into the extremely malleable
salsa mix. One male team, Guatemalan and Japanese
partners, dressed as samurai warriors with clanging
swords keeping the beat.
One of the week's most exciting acts was a couple from
Mexico City, Victor and Gaby, who imaginatively fused
two entirely unrelated dance styles, smooth salsa and
the bouncy quebradita. The demands of combining
unrelated syncopations forced them to produce some of
the most truly original moves of the week, and earned
them one of the biggest ovations.
"That shows you how salsa is so powerful,"
said performer and teacher Peter Ohio, a Japanese
American from San Francisco who incorporates martial
arts into his steps. "It's not really part of my
culture. I don't even understand Spanish. But it's such
a sensual dance that people deep inside just relate to
it."
The theme of Torres' congress, "Creating Unity
Through Salsa," sounds Pollyannaish. The scene has
its jealousies, rivalries and controversies. But salsa
has truly become a multi-ethnic global melange. George
Watabe, a pioneer of salsa promotion in Japan, led a
contingent of 300 dancers from his country. Some of them
defied warnings from corporate employers that they'd be
quarantined upon their return because of the SARS scare.
Relaxing in the lobby of the Airport Hilton, the
congress headquarters, the gaunt and bespectacled Watabe
said he believes in the power of salsa to transform his
society.
"Japanese people are so shy," he said.
"We bow, but we don't hug But touching and holding
is a very nice communication. That's why I'm changing
Japan by dancing salsa so we can be more open and
friendly."
Salsa student John Davila, a mechanical engineer from
Burbank, has more personal reasons for learning salsa.
This is the third congress attended by the trim, balding
grandfather, who wore a T-shirt with a slogan that's
more boast than threat: "I'm that dancer your
mother warned you about."
Davila struggles with complex new mambo steps during a
mass workshop in a huge hotel ballroom. He practices
salsa four nights a week, twice at formal classes and
twice at clubs. And he's determined to get better.
"God almighty, it is totally an addiction,"
says Davila, who was born in Puerto Rico and raised in
the Bronx. "I really want to bring myself to
another level of salsa dancing. I'm Latino in my heart
and in my blood, and I'm finding that other countries
are taking off with it. So I think, 'Wait a minute! That
belongs to me. I want to reclaim it.' "
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