Friday/Saturday/Sunday: Dance Flurry ( Read more... )

I am a dancer. I feel music with my body more than I hear it with my ears. I float on the waves of it and am conscious of the balance between me and my partner. I could just keep dancing forever.

In a way and from a perspective I never could. I may never write my own reflections on that night. It was good. It was so good.

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Like a tidal wave wall of sound crashing over. The whole line of them making... THIS. This experience. This totally opposite of the streets and the buildings and the cars and the filth. Pulsing, ebbing, writhing on the beachshorefloorboards, where the question of the lyrics is not even a question, it's part of the whole. An art circus music show, ( Read more... )

Watching Kim Boekbinder and Molly Crabapple webcast together is a study in opposites. Visually, they're bright and dark, flame and night. In personality, Kim is unicorns and rhinestone mustaches while Molly is harlequin babies, burlesque, and snobby-aristocrat drawings. Their energies differ as well, but where I would expect flame to flicker and ( Read more... )