TRIBUTE TO HENRI SAMBA
February 26, 2012
He arrived in the dark. The night had already installed and it rushed me to two other people. But it was his back that I recognized. I am always surprised by its relatively small while in my mind, it is high. Easy reunion. Whatever the location, the surroundings, the conditions, it seems at ease, away, fluid, flowing, friendly. He laughs easily, is delighted. While dancing to it. His word, very vivid, like his approach. Its relation to the other is feminine, very smoothly.
Installation at the hotel while chatting little things, shared memories. A disgusting smell of disinfectant unidentified permeates the lobby but he does not complain. It fits. He is tired. He worked hard all day at university, I think. Then packed train journey from Paris to Niort. His bag weighs heavy weight of his African djembe - what his round, serious... It's full of youth but his eyes betray him: he goes to sleep drop everything.
Saturday morning, I'm a little late. He was already waiting for me on the side of the road! Ready to attack. We are the first to arrive at the Dance Hall of the Centre Duguesclin. The door is still closed. I had dreamed might happen after the other to feel welcome. Usually, this would upset me - this Saturday, more than ever, I want it to be a perfect day, everyone is satisfied, its thirst assouvisse rhythm, singing, invites her body to trade, make of finds, feel the beat even harder ... I'm on edge - sprained knee, four falls in two weeks, bruises everywhere, I can not dance, not even hitting the feet. But his magic has already operated. I feel no disappointment, no anxiety. The dancers come gradually, alone or in clusters. The good mood is palpable. He is preparing his djembe and grants; no metal keys! It leaves the skin relaxed slightly to maintain a sound a little serious.
We provide background music, everyone helps me settle.
The first exchanges are interesting. It is precise , his immense methodological baggage is noticeable. He explains its objectives. Relevant, but a bit long for me , because we are standing as pegs and I tire immediately. He knows what he's doing. It launches the first exercises and everything will be chained to regular and intense pace , by providing the necessary breaks , climbing power difficulty rhythms, the concentration requirement , the acceleration of the tempo. Everything is done to strengthen our ties , promote our anchor , exchanging glances, movements discipline , require the input of the time, value the effort. Each has its place and is for what it is , or where he is.
He seeks our life instinct and encourages us to live in this 'village' is our group that day , come discover or deepen its relationship to the Primitive Expression Dance by this work on rhythm, rhythms.