last night's ADF performance was my favorite so far. a nice balance of humor and amazingly agile dancing. the company was "keigwin & co." and in addition to dancing to several classical music selections (sung by the lovely cecilia bartoli) the company also used bill withers ("ain't no sunshine"), etta james ("at last"), cyndi lauper ("change of heart"), pat benetar ("we belong") and bette midler ("the rose").
i mean, even if the dancing had sucked i would have still enjoyed the performance since it seems to have renewed my love for cyndi lauper. i feel so bad that i've ignored her all these years. a co-worker just told me that she's got an album of jazz standards out now (jeez, everyone's doing that!). anyone heard it?
one of the interesting things about the company last night that no one talked about was the large female dancer. the majority of the dancers were young, svelte, muscular and very strong. but there was one woman who weighed about as much as i do (i'm guessing) and though she could move pretty well (much better than me, for sure) she still wasn't as flexible as the others.
normally i would salute this "casting". but in this case i couldn't take my eyes off of her... to the exclusion of the others, i would analyze her movements while she was on stage. she was my focus, and i didn't like that. i secretly wished she would be like the others.
i remember that bill t. jones used to set dances on a very large, squat, bald man several years ago... but for some reason that didn't distract me so much.
i hate how this makes me sound.
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so, my boyfriend ray is a genius. have i mentioned that lately? he is. a certified genius. i may have mentioned (did i?) that he's running for office this fall. if you live in NC district 20, you should vote for him... he's very interested in returning government to the people's hands.
well, he's been blogging during the course of his campaign and his most recent entry is pure brilliance. it's about how you & i can fight electronic voting, come election day. here, just read it.
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a co-worker just bought buster bars for everyone. i don't know about you, but dairy queen isn't even on my menu-radar anymore. i rarely think of the place, but now, having just completed this chocolatey, peanuty thing-on-a-stick, a flood of memories are coming back.
when we were all much, much younger my dad would occasionally take the whole family for a night out on the town. it always consisted of the same thing: a round of putt-putt, then dessert at dairy queen. they were right next to each other, so after you tapped your bright green ball into the final tunnel which is the 18th hole you could just walk a few paces and order your ice cream.
i always loved the buster bar and the peanut buster parfait. i think my dad would always get a plain, small dipped-cone. and i'm pretty sure rob was always a fan of the blizzard and mister misty.
it's funny how such a small thing (chocolate, ice cream & peanuts) can trigger such distant memories. maybe that's why i like golf so much now... maybe i think there will always be ice cream at the end.
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also, you should be in the habit by now... divaville airs tonight from 6-8pm.
Posted by xta at June 24, 2004 02:18 PM | TrackBack