We have baggage.
We carry ourselves from place to place. We rarely leave everything else behind. We ask ourselves, why should we? We've earned this baggage. It's the reason that people are often proud of their scars. Evidence of existence. Evidence that something happened. We cling onto our emotional scars in the same way. If it weren't for them, we wouldn't be who we are.
And tango taps into this, just as it takes us away from it. If you've not experienced sadness and despair, it's much more difficult to connect to the music. If you have, you can hear it multiplied a thousandfold in those voices. In the violin. In the bandoneón. And at the same moment, your own pain is elsewhere. Put on hold. You're in someone else's shoes for three minutes.
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