…the magic of the Dragon’s Egg…Meredith, Jeffrey and Sharon post show…we are in shock at how the audience stole the show away from us and how much we loved it!


Sharon whirling on the swing….

 


family time

I’m heading down to the Dragon’s Egg in Ledyard Connecticut this weekend to meet up with some of my creative family – long-time collaborators Sharon Estacio, Jeffrey Peterson, and Meredith Mandel. A bit of dance & music playing time together in holy space. It’ll result in a showing on Monday at 5:00pm. I know for me, the effects will continue to reverberate. Deep family time is like a stone dropped into a water, sends ripples out and out.

Thinking and loving family – in increasingly complex and beautiful ways –  so much this Christmas season, even as Stefan and I spend a somewhat austere, monastic week at home. Reading again of the last pilgrimage of Thomas Merton to Asia, I remind myself of the primacy of compassion, love. Perhaps a major “technical” lesson I can learn in dance, in music is that love, music, dance,  family, god –  these things, in no particular order – are all different refractions, approximations on the same nameless image.

On Christmas Day, we pilgrimaged up through the Champlain Islands to visit St. Anne’s Shrine on Isle La Motte, with a walk of The Stations of the Cross, right on Lake Champlain – a wild windy day on the water.

 


Sisters

Fire and Ice –  this winter solstice time of year, this is everything. Everything in the world makes me want to listen to my sisters now. Nina Simone so real and shockingly improvising, speaking to right now December 2014 –  and the calmest and the fieriest performer alive – at the Montreux Jazz Festival in 1976 in “I Wish I Knew How It Feels To Be Free.” Joan Armatrading telling it so cooly for herself, her sacrosanct love, but for us all: “Peace in Mind” and “Cool Blue Stole my Heart.” Emily Dickinson saying a hundred years before:  “We – Tell a Hurt – to cool it – ” with her syncopated jazz timing in “Black Berry – Wears a Thorn in his side -“.  Clara Ward and the Ward Gospel Singers, spanning the gap, every gap – leaping right over it, telling us how, how to get over – how to use your light and how to keep on your traveling shoes.  I haven’t even gotten to the beautiful fire and ice of those sisters right in my own time, my own family. Lead on, sisters – I will listen, follow, very carefully! I give tearful, frozen, fiery thanks that these women and these messages exist across space and time.

 


clowns and tambourines

Pensive clown moment backstage. Not really characteristic of Pilgrimage onstage: Ara Fitzgerald and I were originally inspired for this piece by the Wife of Bath in Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales: bawdy five-husbanded, spiritual-journeyers with rosaries and little black prayer books. We talked about whether it was important for that original inspiration to be cited in program notes – always interesting to think about how much context is useful for an audience. Seems though that the image of a  powerfully clowning woman is still new and even perverse, maybe needs explaining. Or just needs to be seen.

One of the key revelations of my weekend was seeing a photo in the lobby of the Alvin Ailey Center: a picture of an Alvin Ailey piece from 1961 “Roots of the Blues” in which dancers Carmen de Lavallade and Alvin Ailey shared space with musician Brother John Sellers on tambourine –  and drumroll…musician Bruce Langhorne playing guitar. Can’t help but wonder about certain songs’ origins. Probably not. But anyway, this evidence of the intersection of the early 1960’s modern dance and gospel/folk music world really reached out and grabbed me.


Pilgrimage

We step onstage again: I’m happy to be performing as part of the American Dance Guild Fest at Ailey Citicorp Theater in NYC this Sunday December 7th at 7:00pm with the inestimably be-gifted Ara Fitzgerald, with whom I’ve been most fortunate to create (and re-create and re-create) a duet called “Pilgrimage” over the last few years, through the Dragon’s Egg and  Triskelion Arts. We start from scratch each time. Does it ever get less maddening, terrifying, euphoric? I hope not.

Thanks to Peter Cunningham for the photo!


Go Make Nothing

1) The universe is saying, endlessly, over and over –  “Go!”

2) It means – “Go make nothing!”

I’ve noticed in dance rehearsals that when a phrase or section starts  to work, it starts to disappear, or camouflage into its context. It becomes right or done; I can move on to the next thing when it loses its fussiness, sheds some extraneous stylizations, becomes essential. Becomes nothing. The meaning is able to beam or punch through. It isn’t ultimately about finding simplicity of construction, although sometimes it is. It’s about the material arriving at itself, or settling into the framework. I’m just starting to get a sense of this same phenomenon in music-making: how to make nothing in music, leave no extraneous imprints.


Barely discussable

Dance studios, gyms: empty spaces to detail with movement, energy, rhythm. I spend so much time in them, I can forget. But I love these spaces, aesthetically and intrinsically, inside and out. I love the wooden floor and cavernous height of Mann Gymnasium where I teach and dance: its look, sound, smell, feel, slip and slide. I always end the semester in awe of my students. The energy they’ve given through sheer physical effort, creative intelligence, and instinctual daring hangs in the space, like the sunlight beaming its way across the floor. What does it all mean, a group of bodies gathered in an empty space to move/think together? It means something beautiful, radical, fundamental. Another image I’m thinking about: a person standing or sitting –  or even lying down – playing a guitar. I find the whole image barely discussable.


One pluck at a time

Playing at the Radio Bean in October with Mary and Mark – a beautiful night. I thought after: Trust in the music. Let things come out. Day by day. Don’t weigh on the past – it’s gone skipping away, has its own work to do. It’ll circle back around in good time. The future: it’ll come too, without you worrying about it. Present: now there’s something to pay attention to. It’s the only ground to stand on, break, dig into.

It was great to late-night talk with Mary and Mark about music things like the best picks, pickups, and microphones, but also about leaving space in the music, time wise, tone wise. How a strum on the guitar is a lot of information.  Use it wisely.

I’m gleaning little vital pieces of information from all sources these days: Steve Paxton,  contemporary dance saint, who came through town with a talk and a show at the Flynn Center in Burlington last week; beautiful inspiring monks Francis  I, Francis, a book by Carlo Caretto and Thomas Merton‘s Living with Wisdom ; my dance students, whose curiosity and pure unabashed chutzpah totally inspires me. I’m floored learning Keith Richard’s guitar solo in Wild Horses. It doesn’t take much to make me happy, just one pluck at a time.