Overdue: sentimental melody

Finally got into the studio.

This is, more or less, a structured improv. Want to make a new solo for...something.

(I realize it's kind of hard to see... i hate florescents, though)

oi.

busy busy. this week has been crazy and i haven't had much time to video tape anything new.

i'm thinking (just writing notes for me, really) i'd like to do another hallway dance here before i move - an homage.

that and the dream.

i had some dream last night where a lot of familiar faces came together (current friends and old, old lovers and new) into this sort of alvin ailey-esque performance wherein i was the worst performer.

that's not the important part.

within the piece was the only existing "original move!!!" i don't know what that means, it was my subconscious and i don't believe in original moves. nonetheless, i will share with you as best i can what it was (though the first part is some awkward, ballet, swanny stuff that i think would be great if in a bigger, more exaggerated form - gotta get my butt into a studio).

prepare to be blown away!!!!!

quiet.

monday...rainy...quiet thoughts and movement.

this is me coming back to some ideas i moved through earlier while i was babysitting. trying to recreate - couldn't quite remember all of them/the sequence but these are the basic thoughts. perhaps something to come back to later this week?

(jo - don't forget the ankle beats/head fling thing...)

saturday night. first one.

more or less feels like a random evening (saturday evening, to be exact)... actually felt the compulsion to make a little clip - could it be that i'll follow through?

...can you hear the popcorn popping in the background?

my introduction and "manifesto."

This is my idea: I simply want to start this blog not to write, but to share the ideas that pass through my body.  All I want is to have a place to present - cost free, no complicated coordinating with collaborators, no rehearsals, and no late dancers.  This blog will serve the purpose of a venue.  I don't often share my thoughts verbally because of many reasons - mostly it's just difficult.  Not big on talking. The rub is that I can't communicate well without my body; not in the dance sense of the word (because that just conjures that sort of cosmic, therapeutic definition that annoys me - let's feel each others energy and move from your spleen).  "Dance," for all intents and purposes, is just a label.

In the spirit of this quote, I will use it to fortify my forthcoming point - let's call it my manifesto: "God creates, I do not create. I assemble and I steal everywhere to do it - from what I see, from what the dancers can do, from what others do."  Thank you, Mr. Balanchine.  So, this isn't just a cathartic exercise - I'm giving up the licence to my ideas (but I do get first dibs, ha).  Instead of keeping it to myself, I'm placing it on the shelf.  If you like what you see, take it...borrow it...wear it out and throw it away.  I'm tired of being self-conscious and assuming you don't care.  If you don't, then I suppose you wouldn't have read to this point.

For the record, I hope to not write nearly this much...

Just going to start out with something slightly vintage, circa summer 2007 (ha).  I have this long hallway in my apartment and had this idea to make a dance film in it.  I shot a lot of footage but technology got the best of me and this is the only bit of edited footage that surfaced after hours of finagling and futzing (don't laugh if you watch it. I said HOURS!!!)