Tap Fail
I had my ass handed to me at company rehearsal yesterday. It was so fantastic and fun that I don't mind, but it was pretty humiliating nonetheless. :)
I'm classically trained, as far as dance goes. I started my real dance classes the day I started tap. My tap master was a classicist and a purist; no Savion Glover wailing about on the stage. Her style of teaching always aligned with Gene Kelly, never Fred Astaire. We watched Gregory Hines because he hit his sounds, though his posture and port de bras had some flailing issues. I studied with her for five years, then, at thirteen, started master classes in Portland until I could call myself pretty damn good, all things considered.
So yesterday at rehearsal we were asked to bring our taps because we were starting our tap piece for the April show. Awesomeness. I was ecstatic. Tap! The song is a Fiona Apple bit of gloriousness that I've loved since the day I first heard it three years ago, and it's HELLA FAST. Unreal.
I should post a vid someday of this bit of craziness. I'm either rusty on my sounds or am truly in over my head. I have no idea how I'm gonna manage this, but I suspect I'm going to have to dust off my old practice floor - something I haven't had to do since high school.
My toes bled in my taps for the first time in five years. That's how intense this bit of tappage was. I love it. I'm gonna kill this thing in a few months, but for now, I'm going to have to figure out how to make sixteen sounds in two steps without making a complete fool out of myself. :)
I'm classically trained, as far as dance goes. I started my real dance classes the day I started tap. My tap master was a classicist and a purist; no Savion Glover wailing about on the stage. Her style of teaching always aligned with Gene Kelly, never Fred Astaire. We watched Gregory Hines because he hit his sounds, though his posture and port de bras had some flailing issues. I studied with her for five years, then, at thirteen, started master classes in Portland until I could call myself pretty damn good, all things considered.
So yesterday at rehearsal we were asked to bring our taps because we were starting our tap piece for the April show. Awesomeness. I was ecstatic. Tap! The song is a Fiona Apple bit of gloriousness that I've loved since the day I first heard it three years ago, and it's HELLA FAST. Unreal.
I should post a vid someday of this bit of craziness. I'm either rusty on my sounds or am truly in over my head. I have no idea how I'm gonna manage this, but I suspect I'm going to have to dust off my old practice floor - something I haven't had to do since high school.
My toes bled in my taps for the first time in five years. That's how intense this bit of tappage was. I love it. I'm gonna kill this thing in a few months, but for now, I'm going to have to figure out how to make sixteen sounds in two steps without making a complete fool out of myself. :)