disregard the first 0:06

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Because the fucker's done.
(and onto international premiere.)

Some of you may remember.

When I was younger (and not so young), I had a terrible habit of embarrassingly crushing out on guys I had artistic/creative interaction with (well, most of them; I admit that all of my interest in Dickie Landry is above the neck, because he ( Read more... )

Ms. Barker's legs

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So much Harlem History under the radar.

And some of it is still around to see.

quite MAD
Never let it be said that I have no appreciation for half-naked dancers, even if they're way under age thirty-five.

Who am I to stop any man from disrobing and moving provocatively to and fro, hither and yon?

(Plum spot at Jacob's Pillow this year, too.)

art: the gayer, the better

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As usual, I was late to the game.
I didn't stumble across Lloyd Newson's work until the "King's pleasure" segment in the first act of Jarman's Edward II film adaptation, which, in turn, I didn't see until four years after its theatrical release.

And as usual - again - I Netflix-binged on Newson's company, DV8 Physical ( Read more... )

bug eating my brain

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No, it's not new. Early aughts or so, I believe.

Feeling strange tonight, so just looking back, trying to wake something up, I don't know what.

I don't know if I want to create, collaborate, sleep, walk, scream, dig, or eat hummus until my stomach bursts.

In the meantime, stuff keeps moving.

♥

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This time every year, I find myself longing for The City.

Today, it's because the Ailey company is bringing a beautiful older Bill T. Jones piece into the season's repertoire (even if only the first segment of it).

The company's tour cycle only brings them to Houston next March, so the pickings may be slim as to the pieces they tour in 2015, the ( Read more... )

the strangest thing
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uh-huh

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This is the kind of thing that happens when truly demented people get their own dance companies.

Now that I think about it, this one puts me in the mind of A Charlie Brown Christmas in its dementia.
One could do far worse for inspiration, indeed.

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Well, no one ever accused Frank Zappa of being a genius conductor; this is why we have Pierre Boulez.

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On the other hand, we always have Louise LeCavalier - and her horizontal pirouettes - as ample and worthy distraction.

I was just getting around to realizing that though I’ve had The Yellow Shark since it was new on CD, I’ve never actually gotten my ( Read more... )

I had originally intended to write about this over two years ago, but I kept getting distracted.

Big surprise.


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