Note: This is a humor piece I first wrote about 12 years ago when I was dancing. I liked to combine my two favorite activities at the time - dancing and writing - to create some little articles to amuse my dance colleagues. I've tweaked it a bit since then. Any resemblance to fact is purely coincidental.
Popular myth has held that the Foxtrot was invented early in the 20th century by a washed-up, alcoholic vaudevillian by the name of Fox. In fact, Fox had merely plagiarized an ancient dance in a last-ditch effort to rescue his sinking entertainment career and keep from winding up on the street. The basic concept behind the real origins of the Foxtrot can be traced to the very dawn of human civilization, though its more practical design and practice date to more recent times: the late Middle Ages.
Popular myth has held that the Foxtrot was invented early in the 20th century by a washed-up, alcoholic vaudevillian by the name of Fox. In fact, Fox had merely plagiarized an ancient dance in a last-ditch effort to rescue his sinking entertainment career and keep from winding up on the street. The basic concept behind the real origins of the Foxtrot can be traced to the very dawn of human civilization, though its more practical design and practice date to more recent times: the late Middle Ages.
The Thrill of the Hunt
Since humans first dropped
out of the trees, we have hunted. And
like today, men have always bragged and waxed artistic about their hunting
feats. Early Cro-Magnon hunters
frequently went into dank caves to paint exaggerated stories about their hunting
exploits on the rock walls. No doubt
they danced the “Buffalo Boogie” or the “Mammoth Mash” in front of their
finished creations.
Later, the great hunters
of human tribes would create masks and costumes depicting the animals they had
defeated, then they would consume high-quality, mind-altering herbs (which were
totally legal at the time) and dance wildly around campfires. It was considered a great way to impress the
cave chicks, and although the practice has changed a bit since then, the basic
concept has remained with us.
European Origins
We now fast forward
through centuries of hunting, dancing and impressing chicks to medieval Europe . By the
late middle ages, the waltz had already been invented (by the Irish, of course)
and had swept the continent. It enjoyed
a period of immense popularity, owing mostly to the fact that people did not
have to know how to count past three, which was well within the range of almost
all the aristocracy and even many of the peasants.
But people were becoming
bored with the waltz because it seemed frivolous; it didn’t really “symbolize”
anything significant in their lives.
Grudgingly, however, they waltzed at elaborate castle parties since
there was not yet electricity to power the discos.
At about this same time,
another diversion had developed: the Fox Hunt.
Aristocratic types all over Europe, bowing to the male need to hunt live
prey, had joined in the fun of gathering large groups of men on horses to chase
little foxes across the countryside, aided, of course, by immense packs of
vicious dogs. What grand sport it
was! No place was this sport more
popular than in England where amassing overpowering forces against essentially
helpless foes was always considered “good sport.” Just ask the Irish or the Scots.
After the hunt, the men
would all retire to the Hunt Club to eat, drink, smoke and recount their daring
deeds of hunting bravery in subduing the always-dangerous fox. But something was missing; there was no way
to artistically express or recount the thrill of the hunt, nor were ladies
allowed in the club to be impressed.
This is when the concept
of the Fox Hunt Ball was invented.
Essentially, the lord of the manor would throw a grand party to celebrate
the successful hunt. Men would invite
their ladies, and just to ensure good sport, plenty of unattached ladies would
also be invited. Once gathered, they
would eat, drink, and, of course, dance (ho hum) the waltz. The parties often ended early due to boredom.
We CAN Count Past Three!
One evening during a Fox
Hunt Ball in lower east Essex-on-the-Bottomly, a lady asked a lord how the hunt
had gone, and he proceeded to describe it to her in detail. This was between waltzes, and the man not
only described the hunt verbally, but even acted it out for the lady (remember,
he’s trying to impress chicks here).
He described how the fox
had been strutting along in the sun, then suddenly dashed for cover when it
heard the hounds. He and the other
hunters pursued the prey, leaping their steeds over logs and streams, and
turning suddenly, to and fro, in reaction to the scurrying canine.
As the lady watched the
fine gentleman act out the various movements, the boredom caused her mind to
wander, and suddenly a thought occurred to her and she quickly embraced him in
a waltz-like dance position (this was the only one they knew, you
understand).
“Keep going,” she
encouraged excitedly. And she moved with
him as he again described the hunt.
Taking two steps forward, he described how the fox would strut so
confidently, but then, upon hearing the hounds, it would take two quick side
steps toward the cover of the bushes.
Thrusting his left hand to the side and turning to his left, they would
“promenade” in that direction, depicting how the hunters would stalk their
prey.
Other movements followed:
turns and intricate new variations.
Watching the couple moving about the floor, the minstrels began playing
in – get this – 4/4 time, creating new music all the while. Other couples watched incredulously, then
joined on the floor and copied the movements.
Smiles were on everyone’s
faces for having discovered not only an alternative to that boring old waltz,
but the realization that they could indeed count past three. Before long, they had created a new dance
that swept the land: the Fox Hunt Dance.
A Fox by Any Other Name
The Fox Hunt Dance had
become the rage of England
and soon found its way to the continent (the Irish, of course, refused to dance
it - a trend that continues with some stubborn Irishmen to this day).
Someone conjured a rumor
that in the dance, the lady’s role symbolized the wily, hunted fox, while the
man symbolized the daring hunter.
Naturally, this view, which also became widespread across Europe , circulated only among the men. As this perception of the dance became
accepted – and of course, men being men – it was most common to hear ladies at
the Fox Hunt Balls being secretly referred to as “foxes” (gentlemen never
called them vixens).
Frequently, two “gentlemen”
off to the side, taking a break from the dancing and enjoying a glass of
brandy, would eye the ladies lasciviously as they danced and remark, “Look
there, William. Now that fox certainly can
trot!” Over time, this not only gave
rise to the use of the word “fox” to describe an attractive lady, but men began
referring to the dance as the Trot of
the Foxes, soon shortened to the Foxtrot. Ladies also accepted the name, never fully
understanding its origins… until the late 20th century.
Modern Times
The dance lost its luster
after the Americas were
discovered and earthy native dances were brought back to Europe ,
along with tobacco, corn, potatoes and parrots.
Surprisingly, the attraction of the native dances, complete with animal
masks and costumes, did not last long in Europe, except in the Iberian Peninsula where they formed the basis for all
sorts of Latin dances (but that’s another story). And when the Europeans returned to tradition,
they fell back to the boring old waltz, completely forgetting about the Fox
Hunt Dance (this is often blamed on the French).
It wasn't until this
century that the old Fox Hunt Dance was revitalized when that washed-up
vaudevillian, Fox, found old accounts of the Foxtrot and figured he could
reinvent the dance under his own name. He
now rests in his grave, smug in the belief that he successfully scammed the
world; but, of course, thanks to us, you now know better.
So as you dance today’s
Foxtrot, remember the unknown lady whose sudden inspiration while being told a
boring hunting story created the actual movements, think of the snickering
lords whose crude banter about the ladies helped shape the terminology, pay
homage to those poor foxes that gave their lives for your dancing pleasure, and
– most important – remember to count past three.
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