Posts tagged ‘dance’

March 29, 2011

Femme Fatale: Britney Spears “live” on Good Morning America

To promote the release of her new CD Femme Fatale today, earlier in the week Britney Spears  performed 3 songs in front of a live audience in San Francisco. “Good Morning America” devoted its entire second hour this morning to the pre-taped  live concert event.

“Pre-taped live concert event” pretty much describes all of Britney’s work, so it wasn’t particularly odd to see on live morning television.

No, the oddity here was Ms Spears’ lethargic attitude, which regrettably brought to mind the fried chicken/Dunkin Donuts/rehab addicted Britney at the MTV Awards a few years back.

The choreography generally had the energy and complexity of a chair aerobics class at a senior center though at it’s peak it did mimic the artistry one sees at the finale of a 70’s themed performance at a respite center for the developmentally disabled.

As for her “solos,” Ms Spears stood almost in a haze, bending over or rocking back and forth from side to side, often gyrating her neck in order to whip her hair into motion, thus appropriating the entire  repetoire of a dancer with a C section at a Gentlemen’s Club around 2pm on any given weekday.

Despite all of this, there was some good news to report. If one thinks about it, counter-intuitive as it may be, it is quite heartening to hear her declare on her new single that she plans to keep on dancing “Till the World Ends.

She could use the practice.


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March 10, 2011

The Dance Photography of Lois Greenfield

Sham Mosher

ANTIGRAVITY DANCE COMPANY

Ashley Roland, Daniel Ezralow, Flipper Hope, and Jack Gallagher for Raymond Weil Watches

“I’ve spent the last 25 years of my photographic career investigating movement and its expressive potential. My inspiration has always been photography’s ability to stop time and reveal what the naked eye cannot see. My interest in photography is not to capture an image I see or even have in my mind, but to explore the potential of moments I can only begin to imagine. What intrigues me is making images that confound and confuse the viewer, but that the viewer knows, or suspects, really happened. I want my images to defy logic, or as Salvador Dali wrote, I strive to “systematize confusion and discredit reality.” I can’t depict the moments before or after the camera’s click, but I invite the viewer’s consideration of that question.”  Lois Greenfield

Related Post: Hubbard Street Dance Chicago March 17-20

March 4, 2011

Twyla Tharp brings her creative rebellion to Hubbard Street Dance Company with world premiere

Hubbard Street Dance Chicago Artistic Director Glenn Edgerton has announced the return of choreographic legend Twyla Tharp to launch the company’s 2011-12 season.  Hubbard Street has commissioned Tharp to create a new work for the company, which will debut during the company’s Fall Series engagement at the Harris Theater in Millennium Park, October 13-16, 2011.

“I had the great pleasure of working with Twyla back in the eighties as a dancer,” recalls Edgerton.  “Recently I reunited with her in the capacity of director and choreographer and it has been a fascinating reunion – she is fascinating.  Twyla had such a significant history with Hubbard Street and I felt it was important that our current dancers experience her with the motivation of looking forward.

I approached her with the idea of a project that would represent her rebellious nature, which in the sixties and the onset of her career is what brought her choreography to prominence. Consequently, we are embarking on a new creation by Twyla that demonstrates her wonderful sense of creative rebellion.”

“When Glenn and I met we discussed many ideas,” notes Tharp. “When he asked me for a new work, I thought to myself, ‘Great, I’ve always enjoyed the vitality of Hubbard Street dancers and I have a long-term relationship with the company.’ I look forward to working with the new dancers and creating, what I believe, will be a very special dance – one that will challenge me as well as them.”

Hubbard Street’s audiences last saw Tharp’s work performed in 1995 with the World Premiere of I Remember Clifford.  Other works once produced by Hubbard Street Dance Chicago were Fait Accompli in 1995, Nine Sinatra Songs in 1992, The Golden Section and Baker’s Dozen in 1991 and 2007, The Fugue and Sue’s Leg.

Tharp will be honored with  a Spotlight Award, presented to her by Hubbard Street Founder Lou Conte, for her creative vision and unique role in American choreography and her history with the company.

The Spotlight Awards will be given at Hubbard Street’s annual Spotlight Ball on Thursday, June 2, 2011, at Hilton Chicago, 720 S. Michigan Avenue.

In the meantime you should check out the Spring Series which will feature two never-before-seen works from preeminent Israeli choreographers Ohad Naharin and Sharon Eyal from Tel Aviv’s Batsheva Dance Company.

For more information about HSDC’s 2011-12 season and subscriptions packages, call the Hubbard Street Ticket Office at 312-850-9744 or visit hubbardstreetdance.com

October 28, 2009

MORE FAGS, MORE FUN

tom_kolovos_wordpressnewI’m pretty sure the Catholic Church doesn’t like gay people because in its experience gay people are a pain in the ass. Sort of how Mary Stuart (Queen of Scots) must have felt about Queen Elizabeth I.

Given that Jesus said not a single word in the Bible about homosexuality, the utter contempt that the Catholic hierarchy has for gays is in large part understandable because it is informed by its perverse experience of conflating  homosexuality with  the rampant unchecked pedophilia in its ranks and the laundry list of sins committed in the still persistent cover up.

In the movie “Heathers,” when Winona Ryder is asked point blank “why are you such a bitch?” the only possible answer is “because I can be.” You can’t imagine  what a terrorist bitch the Catholic Church is in the lives of gay people.  Consider, for example, the complicated dance between the Catholic Church and the breakaway factions of the Anglican Church (Episcopalians in the US), a dance which began back when Henry XIII picked a little fight with the Vatican over some women and their inability to produce little boy babies.

This week, the Pope and the entire Catholic hierarchy, which  has been/ still is pardoning and harboring child molesters in its ranks for God only knows how long, is now openly accepting  disgruntled homophobic married Anglicans priests and their congregations who object to such 21st century nonsense as openly gay or female clergy and gay civil unions (and  let’s not forget condoms) into the Catholic fold.

(I left the Anglican Church and all I got was this lousy T-shirt: YOU HATE GAY PEOPLE? WELCOME. PSSSST: AND IF YOU WANNA F**K SOME LITTLE BOYS TOO, NO PROBLEM! We’ve got a primo 9 year old or two with the body of 7  a year old. Right this way.)

This move, while characteristically reactionary, is not altogether unfathomable since historically the Church hasn’t exactly been in the vanguard of human rights or anything that might be called progress. Western history of the last 500 years can plausibly be seen as one giant bitch slap to the Vatican.

When you consider that Martin Luther declared “every man his own priest” and led  the Protestant Reformation which gave rise to the political theory of John Locke  which led to the Declaration of Independence, the much vaunted Vatican II  did nothing more than bring the Catholic Church straight into the 16th century.

Homosexuality, thus understood, is understandably a pain the ass.  So what could possibly be wrong with something to ease the pain? Think of homophobia as the Catholic Church’s answer to universal health care. Happy gay people and openly gay clergy? Not in this 16th century or any other.

It shouldn’t surprise the world, I suppose, that a German Pope who was a member of the Nazi youth, where homoerotica was more rampant than an Abercrombie + Fitch ad campaign, would throw a welcome party for homophobes. After all, the last time the Germans threw a party, they threw a Holocaust. “Burn, baby burn. It’s a disco inferno.”

Yes, the Jews were the first order of business of the Third Reich but gays were the second. You’d think that the Church would be inclined to learn from its mistakes. In a recent essay, Ginia Bellafante assessed the rise and fall of the subjects of  real estate reality shows lamenting that the Bravo hit Flipping Out “lays fraud to the idea that misfortune builds character and makes us better people. Mr. Lewis does not become a better person. He remains greedy, petulant, small-minded, arrogant without justification, ill-tempered, ungenerous — singularly detestable.” Il Papa is in the house.

Projecting his own Nazi past and the misery of pedophiles onto gay people is doubly detestable.  And no fun at all. Maybe next June “God’s Rottweiller” should go to Gay Days at Disney in Orlando and meet Kitty Meow for a Red Bull summit.

It might be instructive for the entire Church to see how “the happiest place on earth,” a creation of  a closeted gay man named Walt Disney, and the very place which once scorned gay people in the name of “family values,” now welcomes them by the hundreds of thousands each year during the first week in June.

Hey Ben, you don’t know what fun is until you’ve been bumping and grinding on a dance floor at  MGM studios, as you look up to the heavens and see  Kitty Meow, Chyna Girl and Power lip synch to the throbbing techno beat remix of Mary Mary’s spiritual “Shackles” (“take the shackles off my feet so I can dance, I just wanna praise You”)  and doing scissor kicks, each on a 3 story cherry picker, while climactically strategic fireworks explode  behind the Magic Kingdom. Unspeakable joy!

While the world has changed enough that gay tattooed love boys  can be found partying and tripping on the dance floor  to the drum and base beat (shirtless and flaunting their six packs, great America) at Gay Days, you don’t have to be Einstein, baby, to see that Pope Ben is flipping out.

Benedict XVI (or as he will properly be known in American human rights circles, Benedict Arnold II) is guilt tripping on  internalized self loathing  and bumping and grinding to the drumbeat of the ideology of the Nazi party of his youth. “No blacks no Jews and no gays.” No if and or but for the grace of God there go I.

But what do I know? I’m just a boy standing in front of a Pope asking him to love me. ( I’ll follow you around until you love me, Papa, Papanazi.)

Good thing I refuse to kneel.

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