The Devil makes work....

For obvious reasons, the lockdown is keeping us from being in the same physical space together. We know that there are cunning options like Zoom for online classes, but we so far have not worked out how we would manage that with three instructors for one class, spread over three locations. And, it must be said, a big part of what we do is the camaraderie, the intimacy and the daftness that is created when we are all together, skipping about in our drawers, in our little hall. We're not sure that that would translate to an online experience... but we might be wrong.

We are thinking about how to manage long-distance choreography in the interim. We have some ideas, but we also have the delicious spanner in the works that is the Voluptuous Jules. She only has to be near a piece of technology for it to swoon and die. We might try doing something with her disguised in a full Hazmat suit.

However, on the upside, we are doing a bit of musical housework for when we return. So, my lovelies, if you can think of tracks that would be good for our warm up sashaying, let us know. Of course, if you can think of tracks that might work for the routine after next, we would also be delighted to hear about them.

It is, it must be said, harder than it looks. We've danced to an eclectic collection of tunes over the years including Lady Marmalade, Pink Pussycat, I Put a Spell on You, Glory Box, Black Velvet and our reliable crowd pleaser, Nasty Naughty Boy. The best ones are slower than you imagine, and they develop and go somewhere as the track progresses. They also have different sections so it's not the same thing all the way through. And we LOVE the ones that are powerful/sassy/smoky cafe and rather blowsy in flavour with some strong and definite beats.

Over to you, Showgirls! Rifle through those playlists and let us know what you come up with.

Yours, diamante headphones at the ready,

Burlicious x

We will sparkle again

In these grey, Burlicious-empty, days we bring you tidings of future fun and frivolity.

Working like the clappers, we were able to get about 90% of a new routine designed before the lockdown began. Of course, that was a while ago now and we do recognise that it will be a challenge to remember it when we are next allowed to get together :-).  We didn't quite get to the stage where we had captured it on film and so we will be entirely reliant on my scribbled notes when choreography begins again.

There is something reassuringly hilarious about standing in the kitchen with my partners in sequins, peering together at my notes, and trying to work out how the flippin' heck they can possibly relate to a danceable reality.

More and more we think that this is the show that we should put on for the world at large - a glimpse of the creative process behind our finished triumphs of movement and sass. If you could see the Voluptuous Jules being distracted by a passing pigeon as she smoulders past the fridge, neatly avoiding the worktop; or the Sparkly Bra Pixie flailing her legs in a suggested move and then being felled by cramp or an inner tweaking; or me stamping about swearing because I have fecked it up YET AGAIN...you would laugh your stilettos off.

Missing you all, Showgirls. Here's to the future relaunch of raunch and hilarity.

Yours, thinking creative thoughts,

Burlicious x