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Although the Wolf Trap is only a few miles from my home, save chaperoning a bunch of screaming kids at the International Children’s Festival, I am ashamed to say that I have never attended an even there. After spotting their summer ’09 calendar and the fabulous goodies on it (not limited to dance), that will hopefully all change. This summer’s dance lineup at Wolf Trap includes the following highlights:

  • Rasta Thomas’ Bad Boys of Dance on June 16
  • Aspen Santa Fe Ballet on July 7
  • Merce Cunningham on July 14
  • 42nd Street runs July 17-19
  • Trey McIntire Project’s Face of America: Glacier National Park on August 19

This and much much more can be found on the Wolf Trap Site. The recession is not excuse– the lawn seats are the cheaper– and more relaxing– way to go. So grap a picnic basket, a blanket, and enjoy some arts under the stars this summer!


When Joshua Buscher speaks of Arthur Laurents, which he does frequently during our brief interview, it is with the reverent tone of a student quoting the teachers of a master. Which is exactly what Laurents is. At 90, he is very much the hands-on director of the legendary icon of American theater– West Side Story— the show he wrote over 50 years ago.

Since July, I have been trying to line up an interview with someone from the production of West Side Story’s revival. By now the play’s publicist and I have become virtual pen pals. After reading that the play would open for its pre-Broadway run right here in Washington D.C. (in the National Theater, the same venue it first opened at in 1957), I was determined to get the inside scoop on it. Through auditions, the New York rehearsals, and finally DC rehearsals, we continued our correspondence. Finally, just days before the opening of the first preview performance in mid-December, I am on the phone with cast member Buscher, who is enthusiastically describing his experience preparing for this historic revival.

Joshua Buscher

Joshua Buscher

What makes this revival of West Side Story so unique is language. Laurents’ late partner, Tom Hatcher, had seen the play staged entirely in Spanish in Colombia and found that it totally changed the dynamics– the Sharks became the heroes and the Jets the villains. “I thought it would be terrific if we could equalize the two gangs somehow,” Laurents told the New York Times earlier this year, by having characters speaking amongst themselves in their native language.

Adding the Spanish into the show 100 percent makes it work,” says Buscher, “It helps so much with the energy of the show– what it does is makes that barrier of the Americans versus the Puerto Ricans even wider. Some of our audience can’t speak Spanish, so they get frustrated,” adding to the tension the audience will feel between the Sharks and the Jets. In case you’re one of those non-Spanish-speaking audience memeers, don’t worry– there will be supertitles. Although some scenes, such as the one preceding America, are mostly in Spanish, he is confident that the acting and dancing will transcend language.

Josefina Scaglione and Matt CavenaughOne thing I was dying to know was if Robbins’ choreography would be altered at all for greater cultural authenticity. Would the Puerto Ricans be adding some bomba or plena sabor to the dance numbers? Then again, no reason mess with a good thing (no, make that an amazing thing — West Side Story is in my book, hands down, the best dance musical ever, and the best music musical, for that matter). So what if the choreography of America is more flamenco than salsa? Joey McKneely, the reproduction choreographer did change some of the blocking and spacing in the piece to underscore the culturally adversarial give and take between the homesick girls and the girls that are trying to become Americanized (which explains why Anita will at times break into English even with her compatriots). It will be more about that interaction than an “and now folks, here’s the big dance number” performance to the audience; but Robbins’ choreography will remain intact.

This will be Buscher’s Broadway debut. He is Diesel, the “meathead” of the Jets– a surprise not only to me– going by his angelic headshot and cheery voice– but also to his family and friends. “It was kind of a process for me to get into that because I’m not really a meathead,” says Buscher. “But he’s come to life and it’s great. When we do the rumble scene it’s awesome. It’s very empowering for me to jump on stage and be able to protect the guys that are behind me.” Late bloomers, take heart. Although Buscher was a gymnast in his youth, he didn’t start dancing until he got to college, realizing it was important to his development as an actor. The audition process for West Side Story, which was six months long, really improved his technique. That plus an hour-long barre class before each day’s practice and the encouragement of McKneely and his assistant. “It helps that [Diesel] is a fighter because he’s not the most balletic boy; they did a nice job of casting if I do say so myself,” he says with a laugh.

West Side Story Rehearsal (with Cody Green)It is a young company, with many making their Broadway debut– with so much of the cast being made up of teenage gang members, that is a necessity. There are some seasoned veterans, of course, including Karen Olivo (Anita) who was most recently seen in In the Heights. Here’s another familiar face: Step It Up and Dance fans will recognize Cody Green in the role of Riff.

Six-month audition process aside, I want to know the nuts and bolts of getting a Broadway dance musical from studio to stage. “The first week of rehearsals was just dance, that’s all we did,” says Buscher. After a brief meeting with Laurents and the creative team, “literally an hour later we were on the floor learning Dance at the Gym.” Nary a libretto was cracked open for the first full week of practice as the dancers learned all the dance numbers. This allowed the choreography to become second nature so the dancers could focus on acting. Additionally, as lines, songs, acting and blocking were layered on, the choreography gained depth along with the process of character development.

Rehearsals started in New York City, going about six hours a day, six days a week for five weeks. The whole cast moved to DC for the final two weeks of rehearsal. After the dances were learned, important acting moments were added in, and vocal rehearsals. “The way Arthur and Joey McKneely work is they fill it up right in the beginning so you have time to grow,” says Buscher. Additional character development occurred after hours, as The Jets hung out together socially to get to know each other and figure out their relationships in the gang. Quoting Laurents again, he says, “He wants this to be an acting show. He says the dance number’s kind of nowhere if you’re not acting from somewhere.”

Arthur Laurents addresses the cast of West Side Story

By the time the cast got to Washington they felt comfortable enough with what they had to do to start taking more artistic risks. The hard work “pays off when you get the show at a place where you’re allowed to try new things on stage because you’re so comfortable with what you’re doing. That is where a show should be.”

With just hours remaining before his big Broadway show debut, I ask Buscher what we can expect. I’ve been able to tell from the tone of his voice during our conversation that there is a great deal of excitement and satisfaction with the process and anticipation for what is to come.” There’s a very high bar for this show and all of this are taking it on with full force. We are young we are energized and we’re dancing the crap out of this show.”

West Side Story runs through January 17, 2009 at the National Theatre in Washington, DC. Tickets are on sale through Telecharge (800) 447-7400, or at the National Theatre Box Office (202-628-6161 It will open on Broadway on February 23.

In searching for some West Side Story clips to listen to at work (getting in the mood for the revival which opens here in DC on December 15— today is T minus 50!) I came across this hilarious Scrubs clip. Why did I not know about this scene before? I love Scrubs for its zany alternate reality sequences such as this.

It was with great excitement that I read the news that West Side Story is going to be revived. It will be a version for the 21st century, with much of the script being rewritten into Spanish and greater attention to authenticity in casting. Lest we worry that something would be lost in translation, the play is in good hands: it will be directed by Arthur Laurents, the author of the play’s book. The genesis of this version lies in a very interesting story reported in the New York Times:

Mr. Laurents, who turned 91 on Monday, traced the origin of the new revival to his companion of 52 years, Tom Hatcher, who died in 2006.


Mr. Hatcher was a fluent Spanish speaker, and on a visit to Bogotá, Colombia, saw a staging of “West Side Story” in Spanish.


In that version, Mr. Hatcher reported back to Mr. Laurents, the language had transformed the show: the Sharks were the heroes and the Jets were the villains.


That sparked the idea of incorporating Spanish into a modern revival. “I thought it would be terrific if we could equalize the two gangs somehow,” Mr. Laurents said. “But I had a lot of trouble because I was depending on Tom, who is fluent. And then he died.”

 Thanks to the persistence of the producers of In the Heights (which lends some street cred to dealing with the New York latino experience in musical form), West Side Story  is currently in casting and is to debut for a four week run in December at the National Theater right here in Washington, DC. The link to the full NYT article is here. (Bonus: a link from the NYT article to Brooks Atkinson’s original review of the play, which proclaimed it “an incandescent piece of work that finds odd bits of beauty amid the rubbish of the streets.”)


Also of note, Bill T. Jones is bringing the music and life of Fela Kuti (the Nigerian musical superstar and political leader) to the stage in the off Broadway production of Fela! The New Musical.

This promotional video provides some insight into how the musical came about:

There are plenty more videos at I enjoyed watching all the different rehearsal videos, particularly having been so recently involved in the production of a musical myself. Hopefully I will get a chance during my busy summer or fall to make it up to NYC to check this one out. Fela Kuti seems like a very interesting subject for a musical, allowing the socio-political content to be framed by the music that reflected it.

Read the first two installments in this series:


We finally started learning the choreography after a few weeks of vocal rehearsal. It was a very exciting day for me; after all, it was the whole reason I had embarked on this project. Of a cast of 36, five women and two men had been cast as dancers. All but one of the women were significantly younger than me (teens/early 20s), and I was the oldest, and also the only one who did not have years of ballet training under her belt. This became a source of apprehension when the choreography turned out to be largely ballet-based, rather than in a more familiar idiom to me such as jazz or salsa.

In the projects I’ve been involved in, I now realize I was spoon-fed the choreography. The sequences would be taught in small sections over the course of a month or more, going back over each section to make sure it was solid before embarking on the next. On the other hand, our big dance number for the show was taught to us in its entirety in the space of two hours. No doubt this is how the pros do it, but I’m most definitely an amateur and I quickly realized I was going to have to up my game.

We were basically expected to have learned the choreography in that one session. In the next practice, the singing and non-dancing parts were added in. We would come back to a few rough patches just a couple times more, but we never went through the piece more than twice in any subsequent rehearsal. Add to this my own personal paranoias about being too old, too inflexible, too slow to pick up choreography, and too weak ballet technique, I entered a several-week crisis of self esteem. At each practice I thought to myself that there must have been some mistake and they were probably regretting casting me as a dancer. One day, I misread a new version of the casting sheet that was handed out and thought they had replaced me on another dance number due to my poor progress on the first one. As it turns out, I had looked at the wrong line and I was still in there, but my deflated brain was playing tricks on me.

What did I do to address these insecurities and limitations I was mired in? In addition to practicing in any spare moment (at least the parts I could remember without help), I changed my dance class schedule. Rehearsal was four days a week, and on the other days I had the energy I attended basic ballet classes in an attempt to focus my technique and apply any new insights or knowledge to the choreography. I also took every opportunity to ask my fellow dancers questions about the choreography and technique in general. Finally, the assistant choreographer offered me the opportunity for a one-on-one hour in which to polish the combination, which made a huge difference. With just about two weeks to go to opening night, I finally felt comfortable with the choreography, and with just a few days to spare, was able to relax into it enough add my own personal style and be more aware of all that was going on around me.

Why was this such an emotionally trying process for me? Well, there was a lot of truth in my insecurities– it was harder for me than the younger, more experienced dancers. Also, I am a perfectionist by nature and I hold myself to a high standard. Even if my pay or job are not on the line (keeping in mind this is a volunteer, community production and I have no real career aspirations in this area), I always want to do the best possible job I can. I don’t want to let anyone down– not my fellow cast members, not the production staff, and not the people who come to see the show. I don’t want to let myself down either, thinking I could have practiced more or tried harder. That said, seeing myself rise above those barriers in the end made the whole undertaking extremely gratifying. While I’m not the best, I’m my best, and in the end I’m dancing for me, because I love doing it, period.

Stay tuned for more installments on putting all the elements of the show together and the performances.

In which I am cast

It’s been almost a month since I told you about my audition for the musical, and I know you’ve been waiting with baited breath to see if I got the part. Why has it taken me almost a month to get to this? Well, my friends, that’s because I got the part, and have been busy rehearsing!

I wasn’t expecting to make it past the first round, and then I really wasn’t expecting to make it past callbacks (this being my first theatrical audition ever). As such, during the whole audition process, Mr. P and I were discussing our summer vacation plans and had pretty much determined that we would be going out of town for three weeks in July. The show was scheduled for three weekends in July, but of course since I wasn’t going to get the part, that wasn’t an issue, right?

Murphy’s Law, people… The next day I got a call from the director telling me that I had been cast as featured ensemble. What should have been amazing news was tempered by the sinking realization that Mr. P and I had a big decision on our hands. My first thinking was that I was willing to give up the play. Mr. P has not been back to Italy to see his family in three years and that made it a non-issue for me. At the same time, I told the director that I would do the play, intending to show up for the first practice “just to see what it was like” and then tell them that something had come up. I was feeling conflicted.

To complicate matters, I told my colleague (the one who’s heavily involved in community theater and had told me about the audition) that I had gotten the part– followed by a scream and a hug by said colleague– and then told her I wasn’t going to do it since we were going to Italy– which was followed by “ARE YOU CRAZY?!” She impressed on me what an incredible accomplishment it was to have not only made callbacks, but to be cast as featured ensemble, given the reputation of the company, and how perfect a match the show was for my interests and abilities. Then I made the mistake of going to the first rehearsal and seeing how many scenes I’d been cast in, and that I was dancing in two numbers (having been erroneously told by the director that I would not be a dancer). Having been issued my libretto, casting sheet, and met the rest of the case, there was no turning back. It was time for a heart to heart with Mr. P.

Mr. P gets “husband of the year” designation. From the beginning, he could sense how important this was to me, and even though I was fully willing to give up the opportunity, he agreed to move our vacation to August and tolerate the crazy rehearsal schedule. If you know anything about Europeans’ vacation schedules, you know that August is the worst possible time to go there. Everyone is on vacation. All the businesses in the cities shut down and people head to the beaches and mountains in droves. Prices are inflated for the month, which is suicide on top of the current dollar-euro exchange rate. Mr. P has been fully supportive and invested in the whole process, and has never once let on that he begrudges it.

In which I begin rehearsals

 The first few weeks of rehearsals began sitting down. The goal was to get the vocals down before attempting any choreography or staging. This play has a very strong ensemble component and there was lots of vocals to memorize. Although I am very familiar with this play, having listened to it throughout my childhood, I had to relearn it from the perspective of a mezzo soprano = with harmony. It’s easy to memorize a melody line, but much more of a challenge to memorize the harmony lines of an at times quite dissonant score. All this sitting down made me wonder when we were going to dance. It also gave the opportunity to get to know my fellow cast members.

This is a new social experience. I was in band in high school. I did not really mix with the thespians. I found them to be dramatic and self-centered. Let me tell you something– some things never change. Even as adults, thespians are no exception. Dancers are largely toned down when they are not dancing; musicians can live up to the nerdy stereotype; many thespians are at full speed all the time. It takes a lot of energy to keep up with them, but they are also a fun group. Luckily, there are a couple of dancers to keep things in balance, and the principal actors are with very few exceptions, completely un-divas.

Throughout rehearsals, I’ve felt like a little sponge. Everything is new and I’m just trying to absorb all the information and direction that is coming at me from every side. As things get added in, it gets more and more complex. Humility and unquestioningness (is that a word?) are the name of the game right now.

Next installment: Dance rehearsals, a crisis of self esteem, and (hopefully) redemption

She may not have as well known as some of her counterparts such as Ginger Rogers, but for those who knew and appreciated her work, Cyd Charisse clearly left a mark. Here are a few touching tributes I’ve read.

She Put the Move in Movies (WP)

[I]t was what Charisse could do with her legs that set her apart from other musical stars of her era, the mid-1940s through the ’50s, and what distinguished her from those who came before or after. She was a dancing goddess on a very lonely pedestal. Charisse, who died Tuesday at 86, had no peers and few imitators.

 Sylph or Siren, The Legs Have It (NYT):

Some stars shine, others flicker, lingering in your consciousness and dreams in flashes, favorite scenes and frozen moments. Cyd Charisse, the long-legged beauty who in the 1950s gave Fred Astaire some midcareer oomph and Gene Kelly his match in pure animal vitality, wasn’t a Hollywood immortal. She never transcended the movies in which she appeared — her breakout musical, “Singin’ in the Rain,” could certainly have been produced without her. But it surely would not have been as magnificent without the erotic jolt she gives Kelly.

From Ballet to Movies, Cyd Charisse Was a Cool Classic (Boston Globe):

[She] expressed persona through movement rather than dialogue, and in her case that persona was smoky, sinuous, and cool: a quintessential ’50s mix of sex and poise. She was the choreographic equivalent of a classic Sinatra LP.

Beautiful Dynamite (The Guardian)

For me, there is a crucial test of the Charisse obituaries: it is whether or not they mention a film called Party Girl. The New York Times names it and refers to it as “a drama”. The Los Angeles Times does not seem to know about it. But it is the best work Charisse ever did.

Cyd Charisse: Some of her greatest numbers (The Guardian): Video highlights from the legendary actor and dancer from Hollywood’s golden era.

Finally, Turner Classic Movies has changed its programming schedule to show three of her best movies on Friday, June 27. Schedule is here.


I was very saddened to read that Cyd Charisse, an inspiration to me and a highlight of Hollywood’s golden age of musical cinema, has died at the age of 86 (link is to NYT article). From the moment I saw her in Singin In the Rain I knew I’d found my style and dance icon. She will live on on the silver screen.

She said her husband, the singer Tony Martin, could always tell with whom she was dancing. “If I was black and blue,” she said, “it was Gene. And if it was Fred, I didn’t have a scratch.”

(from the NYT Obituary)


I said in my last post that I’d be writing about a new challenge I’ve embarked on and the new experiences and lessons that have come with it. What is it you ask? Ok, the title of this post gives it away, but all I have to say, is: Broadway, get ready, ’cause I’m on my way! Not so fast, this is community theater.

A little while back, a coworker who’s heavily involved in community theater forwarded me an audition announcement. They were looking for dancers. The musical, only one of my favorites of all time, was one that I knew backwards and forwards, having listened to the soundtrack a bazillion times with my sister when we were younger.

It was an opportunity I’d sort of been waiting for in the back of my mind. Unless you count being in the orchestra pit in high school way back in the day, I’d never done theater before. A lot of musicals have some amazing dancing, and they look like so much fun. More fun than some of the dance performances I’ve been involved with, dare I say…I figured the dancing in it would be latin-ish, so I might have something to bring to the table. The one catch was that I would have to sing, but my coworker assured me I just needed to be able to carry a tune. That I can do, though I can’t speak to the quality.

Bottom line: I had nothing to lose and figured the audition process would be a fun experience that would fortify me for the future. I had absolutely no expectation of making the cut. In the end, I think this gave me the ability to be relaxed and to be myself.

First, I had to pick a song. I’ve got a low range, so I went with Big Spender from Sweet Charity. Another good choice, as it allowed me to show my sassy side. I downloaded the sheet music and the song and sang along with it a bunch of times by way of practicing.

When I got to the audition I had to fill out a form stating availability, experience, part auditioning for (dancer, of course), and some other stuff including my “age range,” basically the ages I felt I could convincingly portray. I asked about this and was advised to go ten years younger and ten older. As I waited to be called I asked the other auditioners if they had any advice, since it was my first time. “Be charismatic” seemed to be the main tip.

I’d asked my friend if I should dress the part, and she told me not to as you don’t know what they have in mind, so it’s best to be a blank slate. When I got there, all the women seemed to be wearing red dresses (going with the latin-ish theme). Though I was dressed to dance, I was also funnily enough wearing a red shirt with black pants.

We were brought into the audition room in a group of five. I was to go last. As each person finished their audition, they left the room, so I actually auditioned in front of the judges only. I’m not sure if that helped my nerves or not, but I focused on charisma, and tried to move as naturally as I could while singing, despite having noticed the others stood still while they sang. Then again, none of the others seemed to be trying for a dancing part. A couple sashays and arm flourishes actually elicited a couple saucy “oohs” from the judges so I think that tactic worked. After the singing, the judges were most concerned about rehearsal and performance conflicts. One girl immediately got cut because she would be in Greece for a month during rehearsals (duh). After that was verified, each person was asked to do a chaine. Except for me– they said since I was a dancer I obviously knew how to do chaines and I could do choreography during callbacks.

I was a little miffed that I was all dressed to dance and couldn’t even do a chaine, but also a little psyched because it seemed I was making callbacks. Sure enough, the call came pretty soon that I was to attend callbacks a few days later. That’s when I started getting nervous. I hadn’t actually planned on making it that far!

At the callback, all those trying out for lead and dance parts had to learn a combination. It was moderately challenging and technical and took me a couple times to learn fully. Definitely more ballet than latin. I thanked my lucky stars I’ve been going to ballet class lately. Thinking back to the advice I got, I tried to focus on charisma, and on really nailing the moves that felt natural to me. It was impossible to tell what was going on– there were a number of expressionless judges and they kept assigning people to different places in the lines and moving the lines back and front. I have no idea how they kept track of anything, nobody even appeared to be taking notes. They may have been but it almost seemed they were going on memory alone.

I should note that there were tons of women that auditioned and not so many men. The dancing of the men left, for the most part, much to be desired. It was clear that as usual, the fiercest competition in dance is among women.

After the dancing portion, everyone else was brought into the room and we had to sing an excerpt from one of the show’s big choral numbers. No harmonizing was required, and the director moved rather quickly through the room to see how each person was blending with the group. Again, no visible note taking. I have no idea how they did that with so many people trying out. It was eerie.

At that point the audition was over. . .I honestly had very few expectations for myself. Not because I thought I did a bad job, but because I’ve never done theater before, and there were so many people auditioning I didn’t know if I’d stood out or would meet their casting guidelines. Still, I felt hopeful to have the opportunity for a new experience, and for a musical I love so much on top of that.

Stay tuned for the next installment to see if I got the part!

The Tony Award nominees were announced today and the cat in the front was so excited he threw his feather headdress in the air and made some purrfect jazz hands. The black cat in the background is all like, “Fosse is sooo two decades ago, it’s all about salsa and hip hop on Broadway now. Let me see you shake your caderas.

In the Heights, a musical featuring some amazing salsa and hip hop dancing (at least from the youtube clips I’ve seen) that has broken the mold for Tony nominees, leading the pack with 13 nominations. I’ve been so excited to see it and now these accolades will ensure that I’ll have to wait even longer to snag tickets. Dear Producers, let it be known that I will shamelessly promote your musical on this blog if you comp me tickets to In the Heights. I would like to see Celia as well.

I recently saw Silk Stockings again, a 1957 film starring Fred Astaire and Cyd Charisse. With a humorous script and countless great dance numbers, it’s one of my favorites. Since I first saw her in Singin’ in the Rain, Cyd Charisse has been my favorite dancer from the golden age of Hollywood musical films– my muse, if you will. Silk Stockings in particular showcases her dancing ability, and those gorgeous legs.

In this number, Ninotcha (Charisse), a Soviet spy, gives into her temptation to taste the decadent sartorial delights of Paris.

here is the second part of the number

In this scene, Ninotcha and her fellow former spies relive their love for the joyous Parisian life in their shared Soviet digs.

It’s a pity that there aren’t any musicals like this any more. By that, I mean that musicals from this time had long, uninterrupted shots of the dance numbers so you could really appreciate the choreography and the skill of the dancer. Dance movies today are edited MTV-style, with cuts every 5 seconds or so. As a result, the quality of the dance is less the ability of the dancer or the choreography, and more in the editing.

Everyone told me I would be disappointed, but I had to see El Cantante myself. Not so much to prove them wrong, but because I would always wonder about it if I didn’t. For the uninitiated, El Cantante is about the life and death of Hector Lavoe, a hugely influential salsa vocalist from the heyday of Fania (like the Motown of salsa in the ’70s and ’80s). Lavoe contracted HIV as a result of his drug use, and died of AIDS in 1993. The movie follows his rise to fame and events leading up to his death through the eyes of his wife, Puchi, who many saw as a bad influence in his life.

On the whole, I was disappointed by the movie, but I am glad I saw it. From the point of view of a dancer, it was a huge letdown. There was almost no depiction whatsoever of the dance culture that helped support musicians like Hector Lavoe. There were only a few short clips in the movie that depicted any dancing to speak of.

This movie fell into the formulaic trap of every other movie about a famous musical star who gets addicted to heroin and proceeds to self-destruct. Director Leon Ichaso tried to avoid the formula by mixing up the timeline a bit, but I just found it distracting. They were constantly cutting between JLo as Lavoe’s wife Puchi reminiscing, and the actual story. From the actual story they were also cutting all over the place– and to where, it wasn’t even clear at times.

The best part of the movie was Marc Anthony’s portrayal of Hector Lavoe the singer. Anthony’s interpretation of Lavoe is spot-on– his voice, mannerisms, eyes, way of speaking, and physical movement make for a very convincing transformation. As interpreted by Anthony, the soundtrack is excellent in its own right.

Here is one of my favorite Lavoe songs– Aguanile— as interpreted in the film. It’s also the best (and longest) dance moment of the movie with some gorgeous rumba dancing.

And the original by Hector Lavoe:

Here is some footage of Hector Lavoe (as himself) singing El Cantante, so you can compare those mannerisms I was talking about:

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Photo of striking Spamalot stagehands.  AP Photo / November 14, 2007; source: Newsday

This well-written article (by American Creative Dance’s Nancy Van Ness) presents the strikers’ perspective on the stagehands’ strike. The web of corporate interests on Broadway, which the author clearly did a lot of research about, is fascinating.

This New York Times article (by Campbell Robertson) explores the show biz alternatives that the sometimes bewildered audiences are turning to. Though the article provides an interesting slice of life, it hardly touches on why the stagehands are striking. I wish the author– who mentioned theater and opera– had thought to find out whether more audiences were turning out for dance performances.


Last night, I went to the only night of Ballet Hispanico‘s engagement at the Kennedy Center


Palladium Nights is what I would describe as a full-length salsa ballet. The stage was set up like an old-time nightclub (i.e., the Palladium) with risers for the 18-piece, white tux-clad orchestra, and tables and chairs surrounding the dancefloor where the 10 clubgoers danced out the little dramas that occur in the course of a night out in the club.


I’ve never seen a full-length salsa ballet before and didn’t quite know what to expect. What I did know was that I was incredibly excited about seeing two hours of live salsa music and dancing. When I think salsa performance, I think 5-minute cabaret style routine. I think matching outfits, synchronized dancing, part couples, part shines, and always within the basic structure of the salsa step and turn pattern, with perhaps some shines or a hip-hop interval thrown in.


While Palladium Nights was not earth shattering for me in every way, it brought me a long way in rethinking new modes of salsa performance. Choreographer Willie Rosario did a nice job at times of incorporating the beauty, grace, and technique of contemporary ballet and modern dance in a harmonious and cohesive way. And there was also some pretty great dancing, choreography, and live music thrown in to boot.


To keep a full-length ballet engaging, it’s usually necessary to bind it together with a plot (yes, I found it hard to sit through Balanchine’s Jewels). As for the plot of Palladium Nights—well, to paraphrase a friend—it just got in the way of the dancing at times. It was a pretty simple plot, yet difficult to follow at the same time. That was because there seemed to be different, mostly unconnected dramas that played out between various subgroups of the dancers and it was hard to keep track of them or figure out what was going on.


Honestly, I think they just used the ‘plot’ as a way to keep us on the edge of our seats till the next time we could see the heavenly dance pairing that was Candice Monet McCall and Rodney Hamilton (playing the parts of ‘The Palladium’s Own Lovebirds,’ the performance act of Veronique and Anotonio). At some point after their second piece, they seem to have gotten in a fight and wouldn’t dance with each other for a couple songs, so I was on the edge of my seat waiting to see when they would reconcile and dance together again. Hands down, the most memorable moment of the night was Trumpet Fantasy—Veronique and Antonio’s Nightclub Act. They danced barefoot, a modern/afro-cuban cha cha cha pas de deux (wow, that’s a lot of languages in one sentence) that respected the musical phrasing and rhythmic structure of the music. The lines, the grace, the connection, the choreography—it was all perfect. When it was all over, I rapturously sighed, “I want to dance like her.” My friend said, “I want to be her.” Yeah.


One charming story line that I was actually able to follow was that of Lola, the flapper-esque vamp danced by Irene Hogarth-Cimino (whose legs seem to go on for about 10 miles), complete with a bob, a boa and a long cigarette holder. She finds romance with Buster (Nicholas Velleneuve) a sailor in the Navy. But when she catches him kissing another woman, she endeavors to dance with all the men in the club to make him regret his actions. All of them together, at the same time, that is. And I’m not talking about a salsa tag team. The most amusing moment was when her 4 partners, all stacked up one behind the other, led her through a samba-esque reverse roll .


One good function of the plot I will concede was that it allowed each dancer to dance in character without appearing out of sync with the others, even when the whole corps danced in unison. This expectation of being totally the same and in unison is of course the product of the salsa performance group box I’ve been thinking and performing inside of (and also, the corps de ballet). By having each dancer dance within their own character’s style and costuming, even the moments of unison seemed like organic spontaneous dance scenes in a nightclub—just like in the movies! So the plot was a necessary mechanism, but I wish it had been better integrated into a cohesive whole.


Arturo O’Farrill’s Afro-Latin Jazz Orchestra was just as important a character in Palladium Nights. I loved seeing the band up there on the stage with the dancers. The dancers interacted with the band and the music, just as salseros do when they dance to live music. It simply would not have been the same if they were in the orchestra pit. The musicians were masterful, with many memorable solos—particularly the trumpet in Trumpet Fantasy. The band also had its moments to shine alone, when the dancers sat at the tables, shimmying, bopping, and even “air saxophoning” to the music.


Palladium Nights really spoke to me in that it put into a “higher art” this style of club dancing that I love so much. Technically, not everything was perfect, and I did have some qualms about the cohesiveness of the plot and the dancing, but overall this was a lovely elevation of salsa to a level I have not seen before. Personally, it’s helped me to think about the box when I think of salsa choreography and has also validated to me the beauty of combining some of the structure, passion and tradition of salsa with the grace, technique, and more rhythmic fluidity of modern dance.

Patrick Swayze - the original dance host has an article today about Men Who Dance Ladies Around the World, otherwise known as “cruise hosts.”

It reminded me of Patrick Swayze’s character in Dirty Dancing— the original dance host. He was the guy who gave dance lessons by day to the lonely wives whose working husbands left them at a resort in the Poconos. By night, he got the festivities going with a hot mambo performance and then he and his partner would coax the reluctant vacationers onto the dancefloor.

Going back to the article, my favorite thing about the CNN webpage redesign is the “story highlights” which insult our intelligence by summarizing the story into a couple bullets, just in case you weren’t able to read a page of text on your own. Occasionally, with the more banal or bizarre topics, the bullets make for hilarious reading (and in this way you can avoid reading the badly written article):

Story Highlights

  • Cruise ships hire male hosts to dance or chat with single ladies
  • The men can take to dance floor up to 60 times in one night
  • No hanky panky allowed between host and guests
  • Host: One special dance changed a lady’s outlook on life

We all know that Johnny Castle pretty flagrantly broke the rules on bullet #3!

Cruise hosting seems to be a job dominated by retired men (the article doesn’t mention women, but I imagine they’re out there too) who are good ballroom dancers and conversationalists. It sounds like it would be a pretty sweet gig to have in retirement– a free cruise, all the dancing you can bear, and a little income on the side from lessons, tips and stipends.


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