Swinging the States

The drive down to San Luis Obispo is gorgeous on highway 101, but not as stunning as highway 1 along the coast, I planned to make that trip later in the week. Getting used to driving on the other side of the street didn’t seem so much of a big deal, but my Tom Tom probably saved me from entering highways on the wrong side a few times I arrive at the Madonna Inn at around 8:00pm. It’s themed Pink, but that aside it’s a great place with free entry and dancing till 11:30. I meet a few of the tired Blues shout travellers who were passing by on their way home in LA. San Loius is a really nice little town with a great swing scene full of students who are more than happy to work with each other to improve their dancing. I stayed the night on a comfy sofa at a friend of Cailin’s.

Tuesday I drove back up to Redwood City in San Mateo - not far south from San Francisco. I wanted to check out Carla Heiney’s class at Swing Central. I had fun in the lesson and recognised more people from Blues Shout. After the social I drove up to Barry’s house to stay one more night, it took me half an hour driving around the streets of San Fran trying to find a parking spot. And I still got a fine for $40 in the morning for upsetting the street cleaners!

Wednesday I drove south to Santa Barbara, which is such a nice place but very expensive. I head to Sylvia Sykes evening class on E Carrillo St. The class is fairly small but covers west coast swing as well as Lindy, so I’m a happy man. I meet Emily Falcon who is a local nurse that has recently taken up west coast and has also danced Lindy for years. She is kind enough to offer a blow up bed for the night.

Thursday morning I get turfed out at 6:30am because Emily has to get to the hospital for work. In a slight daze I head to the local Starbucks to organise myself. I set off for LA to meet up with my good friend from years ago Chris Lytle. He lives in Hollywood now and plays Bass guitar in various venue’s around town. Before I meet Chris I attend Lindy Groove at the Grand Ballroom of the historic Pasadena Masonic Temple. It’s an impressive building and has a great floor with a big turnout of dancers. When I’m too tired to continue I contact Chris so we can go for a late night snack at a diner near his apartment. We catch up on old times and I find out what it’s like to live in crazy Hollywood.

Friday Chris and I have some tasty Waffles for breakfast and then I go for a little drive, checking out the Hollywood sign and getting lost in the tiny winding roads up the hill. I meet up with Steve Garrett for a private lesson in Balboa, he has amazing footwork. And since he trained with all the old legends of Balboa he has some interesting tales to tell. I finish the night at Memories in LA for a social Lindy night. Then decide to drive through the night to Las Vegas ! I nearly fall asleep at the wheel so have to pull into a petrol stop and kick back the seat for 2 hours rest before heading off through the Mohave dessert, I’m glad I did because the sun was rising over the mountains and I would have missed out on some incredible scenery for the 250 miles to Vegas.

Saturday morning I roll into the strip with the bizarre Casino’s towering above me either side of the road. Disney colours, Garish designs and countless billboards advertising soft porn cabaret shows abound. I check into a Motel6 and promptly fall asleep for 4 hours before heading to some of the grandest casino’s in town. I lose $100 on roulette and slot machines then decide it’s time to give up the gambling as the buzz soon wears off. I take a ride on the roller coaster at New York New York casino which is pretty impressive as it twists around the Hotel itself. It reaches 105 degrees in the shade and I’m not one for enjoying the oven like heat, and I can’t say Vegas really appeals to me, I couldn’t find any swing, but found out later there was actually a night I could have gone to

Sunday I drove back to LA so visit the Derby club which was featured in one of my favourite films Swingers. They still have swing lessons and dancing there, but I didn’t find many lindy hoppers, primarily East coast stuff, but it was fun to be there. I ended up sleeping the night in the car as I didn’t really have time to organise anything and wasn’t in the mood to waste money for 7 hours in a motel bed.

Monday I went for another lesson with Steve Garret, then I headed north, back to San Luis Obispo for dancing at ‘Madonna Inn’ as I enjoyed it so much the previous week. Cailin hosted me at her apartment and also offered to show me around town the following day.

Tuesday we took a trip to the local beach to search for some crabs and stick our feet in the pools, then we walked around down town taking some pictures in the famous gum alley which is covered in layers of people’s gum ! Nice. In the evening we went to a private blues party at the apartment I had sleapt in the week before. I really like blues, I need to find more in London.

Wednesday I get up fairly early, and drive to Santa Barbara for some lessons with Sylvia Sykes on Balboa and Lindy. I love her teaching, she just has endless moves that she’ll reel off, we focused on some of her favourite Dean Collins styling. I met up with Emily again and we went for the evening westie class and had another hour of practice after. I crashed at Emily’s place and got up early ready for a long drive to San Diego for a meeting with Joel and Alison Plys.

My good friend from London, Larry had convinced me to give a Blues weekend a try in San Francisco, so I contacted the organisers the night before just to see if I could arrange last minute hosting, it turned out that Barry the chap who was looking after my friend could also squeeze me in. After my connecting shuttle brought me right into the heart of San Fran, Barry swung by in his blue Porche to pick me up. He lives in such a fun district of SF, it’s off Haight street and is full of hippies and vietnam VET’s. The area is vibrant youthful and just a lot of fun to walk around exploring the independent clothes stores and cafe’s. A quick luggage drop at the house, and we were off to Cat’s corner for some Lindy in a bar with a great live band.

I dragged myself out of bed Thursday morning and headed to Market street on the Muni Train. I bought myself a Tom Tom for the big road trip south, ready for the hire car I pick up on Monday. I’m just not familiar enough with the signs and highways to be comfortable navigating through cities without sat nav. Thursday evening Barry and I headed to another bar in the Tenderloin district for more live music and relaxed social dancing. Then we switched venue to 502 ballroom at 9:30pm for more Lindy on a great big dance floor. I danced with Ruby who I had previously seen at Putney Rowing club when she was travelling through the UK – small world !

Friday I met another guest Barry was hosting for the ‘Blues Shout’ weekend Rachel from Austin. We decided to explore down town SF and ended up walking from Market street to Pier39 then caught the old cable car back to the Muni train stop. We got back to Barry’s ready for the first night of Blues which was amazing, I’ve not had much Blues practice but it feels so relaxed not having to worry about step patterns – you can really get into the musicality and get taken away with mood. The best part of the evening was the ‘everyone on the dance floor Jack and Jill’ which was whittled down by the judges moving around tapping you on the shoulder to pull you out. I made it to the last stage but was very relieved I didn’t get to the spotlight finals !! the night ended for us at around 4am

Saturday Larry, Rachel, Lesley and I attended the blues classes in the afternoon then relaxed between our next long night of blues. Which lasted until around 5 in the morning. By which time I was losing confidence in my blues having seen some incredible competitions by the Pro’s.

Sunday I went to Lindy in the Park with Larry, and we were joined soon after by Rachel and Barry. It’s a great atmosphere but not easy dancing on concrete! Then I decided to hire a Harley and ride over the Golden Gate bridge, Rachel was brave enough to come with me especially as it was her first time on a bike. We explored the little town over the bay and found some gorgeous forests with little communities tucked away on a hillside. I’m beginning to fall in love with California.

Monday morning I booked my Hire car for 2 weeks and set off on the Muni to pick it up at Union Square. After all manor of problems with the booking agent and Thrifty, I finally managed to get a nice Kia Automatic. I set off South for a little town called San Luis Obispo just north of Santa Barbara, for a Lindy night at a restaurant called Madonna. I was going to meet Cailin who I had danced with at the Blues weekend and had told me all about her local scene in SLO.