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This article is an effort to bring together two things: a guiding idea borrowed from Raymond Williams, and the particularities of a line dancing club in Stoke-on-Trent. The guiding idea comes from Williams’ discipline defining and much cited
I take Williams, figuratively, to a line dancing club in Stoke, where I will describe what new rules meant to the regular dancers. This article draws on a year’s worth of ethnographic fieldwork conducted between 2017 and 2018, where at Lynda’s dance classes new rules, or so-called ‘variations’, were central to the meaning and value of dance in that space. Although not the case when Lynda started out, these classes were attended by an almost exclusively older crowd, and over time, the dancing changed as the dancers changed with them. It’s in this setting that I want to explore, via Williams, an argument for uncertainty and unsettledness – where practices and tastes can age and change.
After some scene-setting fieldnotes, this article will begin with a longer elaboration of Williams’ sense of a flourishing cultural ecology – and what new rules mean to his political project. I will introduce the research setting, and outline my methodological approach. Then, I will dive into the dancing, and centre the empirical focus of this article: that when the dancing went wrong, the evening went right. While discussing the dance classes I bring in other literature that moves the discussion along and helps illuminate the meanings of the ‘variations’, the dancing’s
A night at the club
[8:00pm] The first sounds of the guitar are met with approving nods. Several who have been sitting get up and assume their places on the floor. It’s a soft rock song called ‘Ich mach meine Augen zu (Every Time I Close My Eyes)’ by Chris Norman and Nino de Angelo. It isn’t ‘dance music’ but the tempo suits line dancing – stepping on the beat it doesn’t feel too slow like it’s dragging, but not so fast that any quicker steps feel rushed. Not ‘dance music’ but good line dance music. Despite myself I like the song. There’s 15 or so seconds of intro before the routine starts. Some hum along dancing on the spot, settling into the mood of it. Others continue conversations from before and some get a quick drink from the side. The hall was chilly in the winter but now hot in summer. The doors at the back are open, letting a breeze in, and from my seat I can see lawn bowlers enjoying the long evenings – we aren’t the only ones enjoying the working men’s club facilities.
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There are about 50 people in the class tonight, most of whom are now on the floor. Dancers adjust to make sure everyone has enough space. As the verse starts the group weaves to the right stepping on the beat, finishing with a shuffle step to punctuate. Beginner level line dances can sometimes look quite stompy but this one doesn’t – helped by the soft and (even sickly) sweet music. The dancers weave back across to the left with a quarter turn at the end. Lynda’s prompts briefly interrupt the music. Focusing on one row their movements have a lot of musicality – rising and falling as the song dips and swells, and extending everything out when it slows down. Lynda liked to joke, ‘Use your hips if you’ve still got ‘em!’ On others the look of concentration is more obvious, anticipating the restart – this would be me if I weren’t sitting out watching. Restart negotiated, the dance continues into the chorus. The lyrics so far have all been in German, but as the chorus repeats Chris Norman starts up, ‘Every time I close my eyes, Every time I fantasise’. Several start singing along here. ‘The way that she touches me, To know that she loves me, Makes me feel like touching the skies’.
View of the dancers from the back of the hall
[9:30pm] Quite a lot of the dancers have gone home – about half are still here. ‘What do you fancy then?’, Lynda asks. By this point the student-teacher artifice has all but faded. The dancers agree on a popular routine that Lynda choreographed a few years ago – lasting several weeks at the top of the most downloaded list on CopperKnob.
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‘Ok sure, why not!’. Lynda gets off the stage and takes off her mic – no need to remind the dancers of the steps. She joins the others on the floor and David starts the music. Conversation peters out at the sides – those that are sitting are enjoying the spectacle. It feels more like a performance as no one is being taught. But not a performance for an audience. The dancers spread out and traverse the floor more expansively. It is dark outside but warm in the hall. It’s endlessly pleasing watching the shifts in movement (almost) match the shifts in the music. The whole thing is beautiful and hypnotic and intimate.
Viva the new rules!
Towards the end of his We should not seek to extend a ready-made culture to the benighted masses. We should accept, frankly, that if we extend our culture we shall change it: some that is offered will be rejected, other parts will be radically criticised. And this is as it should be, for our arts, now, are in no condition to go down to eternity unchallenged [. . .] To take our arts to new audiences is to be quite certain that in many respects those arts will be changed. I, for one, do not fear this [. . .] if we understand cultural growth, we shall know that it is a continual offering for common acceptance; that we should not, therefore, try to determine in advance what should be offered, but clear the channels and let all the offerings be made, taking care to give the difficult full space, the original full time, so that it is a real growth, and not just a wider confirmation of old rules. (p.16)
Williams is on song here: avowedly class conscious, full of compelling phrasing, clear political motivation, and fundamentally a faith in ‘ordinary people’ rather than any false consciousness prefiguring – and all this sounding somewhat sermon-like. Ordinary people can and should be able to shape their cultural landscapes, and when realised, this is where hope might be found,
there, as always, is the transforming energy, and the business of the socialist intellectual is what it always was: to attack the clamps on that energy [. . .] and to work in his [sic] own field on ways in which that energy, as released, can be concentrated and fertile. (p. 18)
This sense of the transformative energy, as Williams developed in his cultural-materialist method, is key – as Jim McGuigan and Marie Moran (2014) put it, with Williams, ‘culture can be a material force, and ideas grip the minds of people in the cultural field precisely because culture is not some idealized sphere but exists as
It’s important to situate this in Williams’ broader vision of a socialist culture and politics. Williams was concerned with a ‘common culture’ – this common culture striking against a settled idea of high culture practised by a settled few. To imagine a common culture is to speak a critique and invoke an alternative,
a common culture is not the general extension of what a minority mean and believe, but the creation of a condition in which the people as a whole participate in the articulation of meanings and values, and in the consequent decisions between this meaning and that, this value and that. (Williams, 1989 [1968]: 36)
So when Williams rejects a culturally conservative ‘confirmation of old rules’, towards what I am referring to as, instead,
It’s for these reasons that I think Williams is a good thinker to take line dancing in Stoke. Stoke-on-Trent, or ‘The Potteries’, is a small city made up of six towns that sits on the border of The North and The Midlands in the United Kingdom. The engine of Stoke’s development was its thriving ceramics industry, and though the numbers working in the potbanks have dramatically fallen, this industrial heritage lives on in name – and more broadly a sense of place (Jayne, 2004). Stoke has been labelled a Crap Town,
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and more recently acquired the newer label ‘left behind’ (for an example of this coverage, see a report by Sophy Ridge for Sky News (2017), that begins with typical mournful music and grey cityscapes). Despite efforts to challenge this narrative via an ultimately unsuccessful bid for 2021 UK City of Culture, Stoke fulfils many of the criteria of a ‘cultural cold spot’ (Gilmore, 2013) – but only if those criteria of
The line dance classes I attended took place in a working men’s club – one of Williams’ ‘great working-class institutions’, perhaps. The elected committee that managed the club kept the price of the hall cheap to keep Lynda and the dancers in action – Williams’ celebrated sense of ‘common betterment’. And line dancing, despite not harbouring high cultural capital, was rich in meaning and significance for the regulars. By not thinking Stoke and Stokies uncultured, and recognising the line dancers as capable cultural actors, with Williams one can consider the coming together of people and practice – and do so with a sense of possibility. It’s with this grounding that my tighter focus is, back to Williams’ ‘controversial’ challenge, this idea of ‘the difficult full space, the original full time’, and of new rules realised. Lynda’s classes are, I will suggest, a compelling example.
Case and method
At the time of my fieldwork, Lynda had been running line dance classes in and around Stoke-on-Trent for over 20 years. Starting out at a country and western venue in the city, Lynda then moved between different community venues with big enough rooms for the dancers. The classes I attended took place in the main hall of a working men’s club, and had done so for around 15 years. The room could comfortably fit the 40 or so regular attendees, with plenty of seating at the side and a stage for Lynda to conduct the action. Many of the dancers had been with Lynda from the start, and had built a long intimacy with the dancing and each other. As well as her teaching, Lynda was a well-known line dance choreographer.
As the
Lynda and the dancers were clear that while most may have wanted one thing 20 years ago, they almost all wanted something different now. Ruby, who had been line dancing with Lynda for 20 years, describes this change,
When we first started with Lynda we used to go to [a country and western club in Stoke], it had a lovely spring floor and all the flags around, and we used to go on a Saturday night and everyone used to go in their gear, all the ladies in saloon gear and stuff like that. We used to have a shoot-out [. . .] They took it really seriously, you weren’t allowed to speak when you were doing it or laugh or anything.
With shootouts and full garb this suggests a strictness and subcultural flavour – and meanings much more tied to an Americana imaginary. This is in sharp contrast to a more recent weekend away to Blackpool,
We’ve had different themes. The last one we did was television, and our group went as Downton Abbey [. . .] Can you remember Pavarotti, ‘Nessun Dorma’?
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We did a dance to that. It was speeded up obviously and it was also lots and lots of turns, you had to have your wits about you to do it. And Lynda came in the room with this big blow-up Pavarotti suit on, I’ve never forgotten it. Every time she did a turn her suit went one way and she went another [laughs], it was just so funny.
Even after the country and western venue closed, Lynda described the dancers turning up in hats and jeans and proper boots. Two decades on comfortable footwear was preferred, and hats were brought out only on special occasions. Ruby gives a glimpse of what the classes used to be like, and the new rules adopted since.
What had changed? The clothes had changed – gone, mostly, were the days of cowboy cosplay. Although Ruby doesn’t describe it here, gone also was the homogenously country music – while country still featured, one popular warm-up routine was set to Samantha Jade’s ‘What You’ve Done to Me’, the singalong pop quality of which would puncture any complete sense of Nashville-on-Trent. Crucially, the collective approach to dancing had changed. If 20 years ago there was no laughing, there was plenty of laughing now – and not just on weekends away in Blackpool. But I don’t just want to suggest the dancers were more laidback, or the classes more fun. To make the point fully, I will focus on the collective attitude to dancing mistakes – or as they were labelled instead, ‘variations’. And this, for line dancing, is a
This argument draws on participatory ethnographic methods and interviews. These methods were preferred as a means of exploring the complex and sometimes messy ways that cultural practice offers pleasure and meaning, and during fieldwork my thinking significantly shifted – as my own familiarity grew and interests sharpened, and as the dancers got more comfortable with my presence. Over one year I collected fieldnotes and recorded impromptu conversations, and more formally interviewed 13 of the regulars at the end of the 12 months. This process was greatly helped by learning to dance with the group, and beginning to share in the enthusiasm of these evenings. In
The last methodological note I would make is on the relative time-privilege of ethnographic methods. Some of the conversations included, particularly around grief, were prompted by what was going on at the club that evening – and not something that came up in the first few months of research. The line dancers were not, in my research experience, always effusive in their commentary on the value and meaning of this and that – though extremely warm and welcoming, not trained in a kind of cultural high-speak, and not particularly valuing it. But when something happened, they were very happy to share. Reflecting on this, I am not sure interviews alone would have helped me try and understand the value and meanings of line dancing to the regulars – like the changes in the dance classes, this research also benefitted from the difficult full space and time.
‘Variations’ explained
I always say ‘listen, nobody goes wrong, there’s just variations!’ [laughs] And it’s true, many times we’ve been talking and dancing at the same time and everybody has turned and we’re facing the wrong way and I’ve gone ‘youse have all gone wrong!’ [laughs]. (Sue)
When the line dancing went wrong, the evening went right. Sue put it neatly here, that ‘nobody goes wrong, there’s just variations’. As just mentioned, in a way this isn’t true – line dancing, generally speaking, doesn’t encourage invention, and neither did Lynda’s classes 20 years ago. But despite this there were a variety of variations at the club, and here I will describe three types. This first I am bracketing as the ‘too social’ variations.
The more complicated dances involved a variety of turns and steps few could manage mid-conversation, but this didn’t stop people from chatting and dancing. A mistake here might mean a couple of people find themselves behind the beat or skipping a step, relatively invisible, or as Sue describes a whole row of people facing the wrong way. This always provoked lots of laughter – especially if Lynda was the one at fault. Mock tellings-off and jokes about memories fading followed these more disorganised moments, ‘Oh here we go again!’, ‘Who hasn’t been listening then?!’, ‘You’re losing it . . . what is my name?!’. Knowing smiles and laughs exchanged those facing the wrong way slipped back in step. When it was my turn for a variation one or two were quick to quip, ‘We’re the ones meant to be forgetting things, not you!’
The second kind of variation I am calling ‘too bad knees’. When I started attending Lynda’s classes George was waiting for a knee replacement. At the time he moved gingerly on the floor, favouring his knee and avoiding any quick spins. He wouldn’t stick strictly to the routine but always faced the right way and wasn’t caught out by any restarts – he knew the dances well even if he couldn’t perform them perfectly. When he sat out the quicker dances I took the opportunity for some private tutoring, George helping from his seat at the side.
This continued until George had the operation, after which he wasn’t able to attend for a few weeks. When he returned he stuck to one or two dances a night, moving more carefully than before his operation. From his seat at the side he followed along with the steps – moving his legs like a grapevine or box step, if not actually stepping. Over the next few weeks as George’s knee improved he danced later into the evening. His variations became less pronounced, and by the time my fieldwork ended he was moving happily and confidently – much to the delight of the group.
Rather than ‘too social’ or ‘too bad knees’, my last example is ‘too Geoff’. In my first class, Geoff very kindly told me not to worry and to follow his lead if I got lost. Geoff’s favoured spot on the floor was directly in front of me, and he was to be my lighthouse in the storm. Although his instructions were always accurate, Geoff always telling me ahead of time what steps were coming up, he enjoyed adding his own flair. If a dance had a brush step, here brushing the ball of your foot on the floor while stepping forward, this was always done with a great deal of style and commitment – so much style and commitment it didn’t always look like a brush step. If a dance involved stepping for four beats, Geoff would add a spin. And when there was a pause Geoff would do some sort of skip. Despite his knowledge and warmth, I had to search for other guides on the floor. While line dancing is still not free jazz, Geoff perhaps did bring that kind of energy.
‘Variations’ explored
Crucial in these sketches are a series of actions and reactions: actions that break from dance form, and the collective responses of the regulars. It is important, I would argue, to read choice in this – though not always exactly purposeful, a collective attitude to mistakes variations is clear. Ultimately, I want to read these examples of new rules as convivial gestures – or rather, collectively recast as convivial gestures, towards a particular convivial and solidaristic affect. It’s not that the dancing didn’t matter anymore, but it mattered differently. To help demonstrate, I will explore three related theoretical perspectives, and use them each as tools to unpack and clarify. These perspectives share a focus on embodiment and emergent meaning that compliment and extend Williams’ thinking – on the evolving nature of culture, Williams writes in
First, let’s consider variations as actions. Following in the non-representational tradition of cultural geography, Dereck McCormack (2008) puts the focus squarely on dancing bodies – so not upper-case Line Dancing, but people dancing in lines. Rather than thinking of dance as the performance of a particular thing with a particular meaning, so thinking in terms of representation, McCormack unsettles a sense of given-ness and obvious purpose: ‘the politics of dancing or moving are never given in advance [. . .] we do not yet know what bodies can do’ (p. 1825). Or can’t do.
McCormack uses descriptions of tango to flesh out the theory, ‘tango is a mobile, travelling movement practice. As such, its cultural meaning and imagined geographies are never stable’ (p. 1826). And the same is true of line dancing.
To undertake geographical research into moving, dancing bodies is not only to think
Here, McCormack helps us ask some important questions: What did the variations do? What space did they make? Harking back to Williams, what was their
Outside the world of dance, Eric Laurier and Chris Philo (2006) offer an account of a, as they find it, convivial café. Their analysis benefits from slowing down socialising, which I will borrow shortly, while paying particular attention to what they describe as ‘gestures of responsibility’ on the part of the patrons, ‘the gestures that we make [. . .] go beyond expressing feelings and intentions [. . .] since they help to provide the place with its receptivity, indeed its conviviality’ (p. 204). They refashion an Ervin Goffman-like account of performance and social environment that points towards a ‘geography of kindness’ worth exploring (p. 200, 206). And helpfully, they stress the importance of reaction to action – the exchanges between social actors, of acceptance or otherwise.
Slowing down a typical ‘too social’ variation at the club: two dancers were having a conversation while dancing. A restart was coming – the routine breaking from the established looping set of steps to match the song’s transition to a bridge. Lynda said ‘Restart coming’ to signal this, and ‘Aaand restart’ on the beat. The majority of the room stayed facing the stage per Lynda’s instructions, but the two dancers having a conversation did a half turn to face the back, missing the restart. They each cried out, ‘Whoops!’, laughing and quickly turning back to face the front. Lynda shouted, ‘I saw that girls!’ from the stage. The two looked and laughed at each other. Another dancer added, ‘It’s not a social club you know!’, and the room laughed along. This wasn’t said with malice – it was pantomime-ish. The dancer who shouted out smiled over at the two and they smiled back. Lynda, this time through the mic, said, ‘I’ll be watching youse’ with a wink. Although the language is cold, this style of description helps unpack the warmth of the club – and the significance of a winking approval.
Building on McCormack (2008), ‘bodies are generative’ in their disharmony, and important here were the harmonising smiles and laughs and jokes. And this is a good way of thinking about the variations: a harmony being different notes that complement each other. Revisiting the ‘too bad knees/hips’ variations: there was a group of three dancers who occupied the space nearest the stage. All were in their 80s and picky with the routines they danced, preferring to save themselves for the familiar favourites. Like George their variations were subtle – always keeping to pace without always sticking to script. But these variations did not provoke panto-like outbursts. The accommodating gestures were, collectively, not commenting on them – ‘nobody goes wrong, there’s just variations’ was an ethos that was performed differently.
To answer
The third and last theoretical help stays with an interest in gesture and meaning, but helps shade towards However, what collective performances make possible is not just the maintenance of imaginary worlds, as if these stood apart from everyday ‘reality’. This sets apart the virtual from the real, when the whole point of such activities is that they can be experienced as more real, more vital than the mundane sphere. In effect, such liminoid activities, play or ritual, have their continuing significance because of the way that they mirror the remainder of life. (More precisely, because of how the remainder of life is refracted through them). (p. 14)
‘How the remainder of life is refracted through them’ is key, and to make the question of ageing explicit: this wasn’t a time apart from ageing, but a time it might be experienced differently. To come back to Williams, the
‘Variations’, ideas made manifest
The beauty about line dancing is you don’t need a partner, so if you’ve lost your partner you can go along – there’s always somebody who’s going to talk to you, it’s the most friendly sort of dancing I think, there’s not many occard [awkward] sods! (David)
So far, I have tried to demonstrate the significance of particular changes at Lynda’s line dance classes. The importance of these changes, as Williams-like new rules, is in the ways they brought new collective joy to the regulars – and a collective joy sensitive to getting older. This was a feeling in common, collectively realised over time. Line dancing is not a static activity in this account – its practising and its meanings changed, and crucially were able to change. I will close out my empirical account with a hugely important factor in this.
Katherine first tried line dancing 20 years earlier,
There was a guy called ‘The Urban Cowboy’ who came to me son’s school to do a demonstration. And I wasn’t even going to join in, but I was watching them dance and someone said, ‘Come on join in’, and I got a shopping bag in one hand and my son’s violin in the other and I was trying to line dance, and I thought ‘Oh I like this!’ [laughs].
Katherine then found out about Lynda’s classes, and had been a regular attendee since, ‘I’ve always said if I pop me clogs
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while I’m dancing, let the dance finish and just dance round me [laughs], don’t stop the dance, don’t stop the dance’. At the time of our interview it was 12 months since Katherine’s husband had died,
I mean to be honest, a week after my husband died, on the Wednesday me friend Sharon said, ‘You’re going line dancing’, and I said, ‘No I’m not’, and they said, ‘Yes you are, and if you haven’t got your boots on at half past seven we’re coming and dragging you out, you’re coming line dancing, that’s where your friends are that’s where you need to be’. And if I hadn’t have come that first week I probably never would have come back. And I said too, I said, ‘Don’t say you’re We’ve got a few people here that have lost partners. An y’know they all still keep coming, because where your friends are, and your friends understand here. If I run away crying they’re not going to say
Seats at the side of the hall
For Katherine, the club became, in a new way, a tool in grief – to be accepted and held by people who understood. Like Katherine, Caroline described that after her husband died the dancing ‘was the saving of me’ – that it was ‘something to look forward to do for me – I didn’t need anybody to . . . have a partner for it’. Unlike Katherine, Caroline only started dancing with Lynda after her husband died, but again grief was folded into the meaning and value of the club. All this was made apparent when, during fieldwork, one of the partners of the regulars died. Brendan’s wife used to come to the classes but hadn’t for some time due to illness. Lynda made an announcement at the start of one class informing everyone and passing on funeral details, and said that Brendan wouldn’t be coming for a few weeks. Lots were quick to offer help with shopping or anything else he might need.
When Brendan did come back, he didn’t dance at first. He sat in his usual seat and watched, nursing a pint, and while the dancing was going on a steady trickle of regulars stopped to sit and have a quick chat, not staying too long and presumably not saying too much. Lynda didn’t make an announcement saying, ‘Welcome back’, or anything. Brendan returning went unsaid but was certainly noticed, and the feel of his first couple of classes back was markedly different. The collective care and understanding that Katherine described was evident, in knowing what to do and what not to do, where grief was painfully familiar.
These are quick illustrations of experiences that many of the dancers shared. Writing about culture and grief, Ben Highmore (2016) describes that,
Culture tells us how to deal with death, what rituals to perform, what ceremonies to arrange. It tells that it is alright to be sad, to cry, to be mournful [. . .]
Highmore writes convincingly about death being an end and beginning for cultural meaning. Some things seem to exceed it – the shock of cooking dinner for one, and no one to debate what to watch on TV – but there is also something that ‘edges around us’, that maybe softens the shock or throws us into something more collective.
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It is important here, I think, to see the dancing and these grieving experiences as of a piece: the careful conversations with Brendan and the variations part of a collective and solidaristic practice of ageing. Here grief, and changing bodies and fading memories, weren’t something experienced alone – and didn’t make for bad dancing. Williams advocates for
‘The difficult full space, the original full time’
By way of concluding, I want to emphasise three sets of suggestions and questions emerging from the argument developed in this article. The first is the relevance and value of Williams’ interest in new rules. Lynda’s classes were, I have tried to show, a neat example of the significance of a
A second consideration is the ways Lynda’s classes relate to and challenge narratives of ageing and culture. The line dancers seem to reflect a ‘less familiar cultural narrative’ of old age,
stories [. . .] distinct from exhortations to stay enduringly fit and young, on the one hand, or from the blatant dread or blinkered denial of the whole situation of the frequent unmet needs, isolation and neglect of the elderly, on the other. (Segal, 2014: 18–19)
There is an abundance of work promoting the value of cultural practice for older people – generally focusing on a shared need for social interaction, meaningful continuity, mental and physical health benefits, and general quality of life (e.g. Age UK, 2018; Evans et al., 2021). But there is a tendency also to mobilise cultural practice as a somewhat crude instrument towards predefined, if often noble, goals. What is missing is a sense of experimentation, or a more relational approach that sees ageing experiences as mediated and changing (Barron, 2021). Williams is again a good interlocuter here: the
My final note is a more ambivalent one. At various points I have promoted the value of long connection and long intimacy between the dancers and the practice, and I would argue this is key to the emergence of a democratically realised, solidarity motivated shift in new rules at the club. But affirming any value of
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