After being truly inspired by the steppin’ journalistic community (Veronica Solomon; I Love Steppin’s Tracey Bivens; Markie Bee; Terrance Pratt; Hadiyah Al-Sudan) I wanted to contribute something to the cannon. I couldn’t help myself and one day decided to launch a blog focusing on various perspective and idiosyncrasies unique to the progressive stepper’s viewpoint and experience.
So these are the chronicles of a Jersey girl-turned-stepper, kind of. Beware quintessential, hard-core steppers, I’m not as seasoned as several of you folks and I guarantee there may be posts that will give you pause. Forgive me, my ignorance, curiosities, and frustrations in advance.
It’s my intention to explore technique, patience, history, and my own (and others’) view regarding this charming subculture of dance that originated from dance known as The Bop, mid-20th century, in Chicago.
I’m not ashamed to say that I’ve not been swept up in the traveling frenzy that is clearly a part of a serious stepper’s life. Every time I look up there’s an all-white party in this state, or a dance-a-rama-skate-jeans-jiggy-steppers-sharp affair across the country. These people are crazy, I think sometimes.
But I am now one of them.
I won’t even get into the great people I’ve met from my foray into steppin’ — all ages and career affiliations, varied skill levels, personas, and locales (from Georgia to the West Indies).
It’s been a joy to experience from my little Northeastern corner of the United States as well as in other states. Thanks for stopping by to read about my adventures — hope I can share something with you that you find worthwhile.