I'm pretty new to seeing dance, in fact saw little at all of it till she started designing and building costumes for various companies around the Bay; it's rare that I get to support her work--I'm always onstage. And Dance--well, once you've been traumatized by ballerinas you'll understand. So pretty, and so cruel...............
I watched the show and liked it well enough, but I'm not well versed enough in the language and world of Dance to be a discerning judge. Some I liked some I didn't. My wife had mentioned one of the new dancers to me, spoke very highly of him and I knew immediately who he was--an electric performer, powerful and precise--and the piece that simply knocked me on my ass was him dancing solo to a recorded poem by Marc Bamuthi Joseph. It was glorious, beautiful. The spoken word and dance. We came out of our chairs at the end.
Dancers are an amazing group--many start their training at a very early age, 10 years old and earlier and endure years of brutal training. Dancers have the ugliest feet you've ever seen--and they would, they dance while they're hurt, they dance till their feet bleed, and then they dance more. Michelle Morain, one of the company members at BRT in the '80's started as a dancer. She broke both her knees in a skiing accident, and after they healed tried to go back to it. The other dancers asked "Why is she here? She can't dance anymore!" Shelly said it was one of the most painful things anyone had ever said to her, but it was true--she couldn't. She changed careers and instead became a fine actress.
And it's so different from acting! Not only in the discipline but in the lifespan, as well--as long as I have something propping me up I can continue acting till I'm 100. But dancers? They're over the hill at age 30 plus--they can't keep up, or they get injured or their bodies just can't do it anymore; some stay in the field, some change careers entirely. There is a program called LEAP which helps transition dancers out of the career when they can no longer perform. One young man in the company is training to be an Emergency Medical Technician, another an Architect. Others go on to Choreography, teaching, and related careers; I once struck up a conversation with a charming French lady at The Pacific Northwest Ballet in Portland and eventually asked her what she did there. She replied, "Well my husband and I were the principal dancers here for some time, but now I make the warm-up suits for the dancers."
I looked at her, in her eyes--and no--no pain, no regrets. She would've done it all again in a heartbeat. Astonishing.
Dancers are tough, no doubt about it. I did a production of Lysistrata in College and the director decided to use some of the players on the football team to be the muscle men. They didn't have lines (thankfully) but were to stroll in oiled up, wearing next to nothing and flexing for all they were worth. Now, we were required to warm up before every rehearsal and were led by a dancer, a tiny woman, who was very thorough, very demanding. The first time these guys came in (they were very nice. actually) they laughed at the idea of doing warm ups led by a dancer -- I think they pissed her off. Big mistake. Never, never piss off a dancer. By the time we finished the warm up I could hardly stand, and the next day the football players came in groaning, so sore they could hardly walk. She just smiled. And after that?
They always called her Ma'am.