Ha! found another connection... Danceable Thoughts just keeps on moving into the future

I'm working diligently on merging all these different aspects of my creative outlets. I'll keep working until I can make it seamless for my colleagues to find the stuff they want!

It LIVES>> at least maybe.. for a few days

if you still have an active link to this blog.. Just letting you know I'm getting set up on Wordpress... when I finally get it all figured out I'll link the two so you can follow my new stuff.. or the rehashing and reworking of some of this stuff I started.. HOLY COW.. about 5 years ago.

Rollin' rollin' rollin.. Keep those spines a' rollin... RAW Modern

I don't know how to add sound or I'd find that old tv series soundtrack... since many of my followers are old school "drill teamers" of one form or another...chances are we've all heard the band arrangement played at a football game. So let it play in your heads.

So my first post regarding MODERN dance begins with an incredulous discussion of what we should call this art form since it was "modern" at the time of flappers and speak easy clubs.

A lovely young upstart might chime in and offer up the word "Contemporary" which I haughtily declare doesn't work for me either because I own a dance book from the 80's- 90's that described movement and back then they were calling what they were doing "Contemporary" and besides all that... Ultimately... "Contemporary" was a term some nice designer snagged for furniture. They got "dibs" on it.

Now granted...in some post-modern philosophical choreographic declarations made by self-proclaimed aesthetic anarchists - furniture could inspire dance and furniture might just "dance" by nature of its ability to occupy space with qualities of weight while denoting the passing of time (by layers of dust if it belongs to me) -- but really that kind of "statement" is better suited for HGTV performance artists...and so therefore I respectfully and thankfully recover from my digress... and declare that "Contemporary" gets booted too. We're going to have to keep on trying.

See you have to use lots of big words and concepts strung together in impossibly long sentences if you want to be thought of as a devotee of "serious modern" and then if you want to be considered "an artist" you should try to condense those eloquent words and phrases down to the most bare essential movement and then if successful you might be declared a "genius."

So today... I will begin to condense "Everything I Ever Needed to Know about Modern Dance I learned While Wearing Footless Tights that I Cut Myself" into prose via my thoughts about my beginners and their dramatic interpretations of the basic warm up exercises.

But for today.. I salute Us... the teachers and... so I give you my fellow educators, a self-indulgent moment -- " The Roll Down" and I promise you its companion work "The Roll Up" will be released at date to be determined in the future.

Rolling Down.. really isn't that the best part of modern dance? I am sure some of you might choose "breathing" and others might chose "constructive rest" --but I've decided to create a personality quiz in an upcoming blog and based on your favorite modern exercise I'm going to tell you things that you want to know about yourself, give you advice on everything from your love life to stock investments and tell your past and your future. And then we'll post it on facebook and see how many people we can get to take the quiz.

Back to rolling down...and really that's what its all about our BACKS. How glorious is our spine and all its boney appendages! How nice it is to just give in to gravity on purpose instead of it playing tricks on us like it does with our other body parts.

I love to roll down.. from the moment I drop my chin and feel the tension in my shoulders fight back in desperation trying to remind me of the world outside of dance class.... to the moment my hands hit the floor and I think to myself "Ha Ha I'm still flexible!" -- rolling down is fantastic.

I like the feeling when my shoulders droop forward and I no longer have to hold "the girls" up to look instantly 10 pounds thinner.

What a feeling when I roll on past my abs and despite the little voice in my head that sounds suspiciously like a ballet teacher or an armed commando saying "engage engage" -- I can just exhale and keep on going because I'm now folded in half and I have nowhere else to go but down.

and bless my heavy 'ole skull -- weightily (that's my own adverb for the opposite of lightly) it hangs from my neck and pulls my whole self forward and right on past my thighs. I just don't acknowledge that they are there. No sense in disturbing my bliss. I have a head heavy-laden with knowledge and wit... who needs to dwell on thighs that aren't super-model-like?

Sinking onward I pass my knees... my old friends...not as dependable as they once were ..but such troopers... I salute you as I work my way to the end range of my forward flexion.

Dead arm hang... love it... because it feels so dang good and because if i've released my head and neck properly there's no way I have to observe that 'granny flap" stuff that sometimes appears around my underdeveloped triceps. I can just evaluate my need to shave my legs or contemplate the color for my next pedicure.. either way.. my choice and mine to ignore.

and then I'm at the bottom... fingers curled to the floor in a primate drag. And my self-esteem building mantra continues.. I'm still loose and at least while upside down...I'm leggy. My hair is full and luxurious and hanging about my face. I'm pretty sure from this angle no one can see my double chin and I'm feeling young again!

This is magical...no mirror...just a self-image of a 18 year old me in modern class and I'm looking good in my plain black leo and footless tights.

I'd love to stay here all day but reality will reappear in my conscious mind...and then I realize my gluteus maximus is in maximus view at this angle and I am not in a studio in the dance building of my past.. I'm in the school

Inevitably if I were to enjoy this any longer.. a student aide will come by with a note...and looking sheepishly around and then quickly adverting his eyes.. he'll ask where the teacher is...

At least no one in the class is crass enough to identify me as the one with the granny panties' waist band peeping out of the top of my loose fitting pants...

it is tough to grow old in dance class...but yet many of us choose to do it. I think it is because we can always roll down and cosmically roll back in time.

Let the glory days be relived... at least until we have to roll back up!

Just a quick quote...

I have the "quote of the day" gadget on my igoogle page and today it had these words of wisdom from Gail Godwin,
"Good teaching is one-fourth preparation and three-fourths theater."

I simply couldn't agree more. In fact I've spent the last 23 years of my career as the embodiment of this realization.

We've started our modern dance unit in beginner classes. Look forward to some observations from my exhilarating experiences bringing the many blessings and philosophy of modern dance to a bunch of 14 to 17 yr olds!

Crack another Nut...

(before I get started... that title falls into the category of "things that sound dirty but aren't really" which may be a utilized when I start my non-dance related blog -- start looking forward to it)

For now... we discuss the excitement surrounding the final week of THE NUTCRACKER PROJECT... which for as long as I can remember has been our traditional lesson unit from Thanksgiving to Christmas Break. We learn the story. We watch videos to compare interpretations. We learn the characters and the theatrical gimmicks. We do barre exercises to the music and prepare for a listening test. They are encouraged to recognize the music in the variety of places it pops up .. the mall, elevators (a given), in movies and television commercials. And hence my new found wonder... what advertisement agency decided to use Sugar Plum Fairy Variation in the background to sell a truck with a tag line... "two ton Nutcracker" -- how did that sales pitch go? Wish I'd been there.. heck, wish I'd thought of it.

The kids finish off the project by creating their own Act Two divertissment. They interpret and dance about and have visions of themselves being every bit as graceful as the sugar plums that dance in their heads.

Here's how i give out the assignments to groups:
We will call this Nutcracker Astrology..instead of being born under the influence of a certain star... you're going to be typecast until you become a star.

If you are talented you get to dance Spanish -- counting in 6's instead of 8's is tricky, you can be proud and sophisticated
If you are truly a beginner but you are catching on to the ballet stuff , you are told to be a lady-like, and a little flirtatious and you will be a Mirliton (also known as Marzipan or Reed Flutes -- it helps if you can handle multiple personalities)
if you have a clever side to you and can pick up on cues in the music, you think fast and creative-- you get to dance Chinese, being quick and precise is your thing
if you aren't too graceful, you have a few skills, but prefer not to be bothered to think up too much original stuff .. start doing some kicks and knee bends... you will be a Russian. We might call you Trepak and someone else might call you "Peppermint" but you don't care -- you are going to bulldoze your way to the final note
If your a limited in your dance ability but you don't mind being the class clown..you guessed it, you will be assigned to Mother Ginger and you will dance around acting goofy and think that you are the stars of the class -- always relying on the old adage, "they're not laughing AT you, they're laughing WITH you." At least that's what your mom told you and you believed it.

A great once in a while I'll actually have a couple of kids who want to dance to Arabian... the slowest and dare I say it, sexiest of the dances in the Act Two stuff. I never tell the kids about that "sexy' part because I'd either have too many thinking they'd be perfect for the part or I'd get called into the principal for teaching inappropriate material. I always tell the students you have to be flexible and have lots of control to get that part in a professional company. Lost somewhere in all that description is a universal truth for us grown ups but I'm going to leave it you to decide exactly what I mean.

Another oddity that has occurred over the years is sometimes I'd have to give a group the Marche and tell them to pretend to be the toy soldiers -- this is for the group that has less imagination than the in-your-face Russians and less skill than the sweet but slow moving Mirlitons and generally they have NO personality so they can't be in Mother Ginger. -- These are the times when I've thought -- I've done all I can for you and you've only come so far... so I've given you the perfect part -- pretend to dance like a moving piece of wood... paint a smile on your face and follow your leader... And they usually use the tendu combination, march around each other do a couple of salutes and they finish feeling proud. Hey, whatever works.

I've never asked any group to do Dance of the Wall Flowers.. I mean, Waltz of the Flowers. Man, having danced it myself, that thing goes on forever ...and its just not interesting past the first twirl of the skirt. At least in Waltz of the Snowflakes.. you get to start with flurries and end with a blizzard... In Flowers you just go back and forth and forward and back and round and round and your feet have to move fast and your arms have to be graceful and your inspiration -- you're a BUD that opens to display your petals..a salute to majesty of horticulture. As I ponder this now as I have often done before when I had nothing better to do but overanalyzing 18th century ballets looking for absurd and obscure sociopolitical symbolism... I often get stuck at this same thought.. . What do flowers have to do with the Kingdom of the Sweets? I am haunted by an uneasy thought.. maybe the original waltzing flowers were the same evil, drug allusion thing that played out in the poppy field in the Wizard of Oz?

I shake off this disturbing thought and remember that there's nothing to worry about -- its just a ballet, tinkly music and tutus, where a strange, older man gives a little girl a gift which induces a dream in which her Christmas tree grows to enormous size, toys come to life and evil mice battle with them and then there's a little violence, somebody gets killed and then she gets carried off to a fantasy world...a place called, The Kingdom of the Sweets.. nothing sinister there.

But that's just for those of us who might be described as "thinking too much"

The Kingdom of the Sweets -- especially when interpreted by a bunch of first semester dance students is a delightful place to spend the holidays and I rest assured that neither a Witch nor the Rat King is going to fly over and sky-write "Surrender Clara" during our Act Two.

That is of course, unless i decide to write in a part for myself!

Just a Quick Thank You...

I reached my goal of 10 Followers! Thanks and now you can ignore me if you want.

I'm sending you each a virtual gift basket filled with chocolates, wine, flowers and nylon long sleeve black leotards (from the 70's) and pink tights...in Size A.

:)

Pirouette Rap Lyrics

How many variations on the same chant have we teachers said over the years?

"Tendu Second, plie Fourth and.." blah blah blah and so on.

Over the years I've tried "right foot, right arm AND (as the prep arm opens), right foot lifts and lands"

Also been known to chant "open and plie and gather and balance" or "gather and snap" --Not the "bend and snap" of Legally Blonde fame...but the releve, use your center, control your arms and use your spot til you hair comes out of its binding "Snap" of the neck that would make a chiropractor proud.

Why don't these kiddos realize that their necks will move independent of the shoulders? I've seen my share of chicken neck moves accompanying the Attitude before. Can't believe that those some muscles don't respond when called upon to help someone learn to turn.

A "career first" today, had to explain not once but twice (two different classes and sadly both DANCE 2) what I meant by "right pirouette" --- and this was after ten minute intro and review. Seems that whole "working leg/supporting leg" is a mystery. It occurs in today's politically charged climate of "who's doing the working to be supporting someone else" this could be an unforeseen symptom. This wasn't a question of outside turns or inside turns ( I do have a excellent explanation for that if anyone requests it) and this wasn't about turning to the right or turning to the left over one shoulder or the other.

This was "why is this called 'right'?" Which for one brief moment I mulled over saying "the way you are doing that would more accurately called 'wrong' but then I realized (1) that would be mean and (2) they still might not get it."

So foolishly I tried to reason with honest proclamation, "I am standing on my right foot when I go around" which was the truth.

Student One prepped with the right, opened her right arm and then threw her Frankstein torso with shoulders up to her ears onto her back leg as she flung her left arm around to meet the other, spinning off balance and nearly squatting sumo style to land.

Student Two created a pique move out of it (The Russian judge wanted to give her extra credit for her inventiveness). Nice prep, looks square, opens the arm and then steps around to look at the back wall and bring the left leg up and swiftly around to land.

Okay-- Let's get this straight in this "right pirouette" whether we did an outward turn or and inward turn the "right leg" is the working leg...like when I say the "outside leg is the working leg at the barre." Blank stare.. no transfer. Okay, your right leg does all the work -- your left leg is there for support. Blank stare...no transfer. How 'bout the right leg is decoration and the left leg is flag pole. okay,maybe that works.

Two 16 years don't know what I mean by "supporting leg" -- I resisted the urge to say that they don't exactly know what "working" means either. That would just be generation bashing.

I think this just goes to prove one more time...everything you learn in dance class can be applied the greater world beyond the barre and mirrors. Unfortunately, it takes a long time for message to get through.

I guess I'll present this bargain to them...You start showing me the work...and hopefully then you'll recognize I'm supporting you!

Tendu second, plie fourth, and Spot and Land....and now try LEFT.

Lord Help Us!