Wednesday, May 23, 2007

src="http://www.vmix.com/flash/vmix_player.swf?skin_url=foxSearchLight.swf

=0&type=playlist&auto_play=false&lineup_url=http%3A//www.vmix.com/deamon/pla
ylist.php%3Faction%3Dget_playlist_from_resourceid_list%26resourceid_list%3D%
7C2398431&play_url=http%3A//www.vmix.com/playlists.php%3Faction%3Dget_playli
st_from_resourceid_list%26resourceid_list%3D%7C2398431&presentation_url=http
%3A//www.vmix.com/deamon/channel.php%3Faction%3Dget_channel_presentation_dat
a%26channelid%3D1695009" wmode="transparent" width="415"
height="362">

Sunday, November 12, 2006

AS YOU CAN TELL....

I have kind of stopped updating this website as much just because I forget to. So the few of you that are still viewing at http://mattymurphy.blogspot.com PLEASE CHANGE YOUR LINKS!!!!!!!!!!!! Click the link below and never turn back :-) RANTING DETAILS!!!!!!

Nicole Wolcott Is My New Goddess.















Last night I made an exciting dance discovery down at “Dance New Amsterdam.” After an exhausting workweek, I must say that I wasn’t too eager to be going to a dance show. When I got on the train with Carson and Scott to go down to the Financial District but ended up in Brooklyn I REALLY wasn’t looking forward to it. I couldn’t have been more surprised by this wonderful performance of “Portraits” by “Keigwin + Company.”

A company of less than 10 dancers, every piece was overflowing with originality and talent on every level. Of course this shouldn’t have surprised me much seeing a fabulous friend from Montana, Nicole Wolcott, is both an incredible dancer and the associate artistic director of the company. What really did surprise me was the variety and consistency of the choreography. Credited mainly to Artistic Director Larry Keigwin (with help from Nicole and other dancers on some works) it was one of the first shows I have seen in a long time that was laugh out loud funny at moments then subtle and touching the next.

I am always intrigued when people can manage to use pop music without making it seem like tacky competition dance and the “Female Portraits” were a testament to the fact that it is possible. Nicole did an incredible solo to “Stand Back” by Stevie Nicks, complete with hair blowing fan. While hers was perhaps the strongest solo, she was matched in the rest of the program by Ying-Ying Shiau (who rocked out to Cyndi Lauper’s “Change of Heart.”)

Even in the most touching moments there was still humor as was evident in the final piece “Love Songs.” A series of 6 duets using 3 different couples, each one follows the development of love and it’s different forms: naïve flirtation, lustful intensity and heartbreak. As I watched the first and fourth duets danced by Ying-Ying and Patrick Ferren, I found them so touching I just wanted to dance them in a studio with a friend.

All of the dancers were beautiful throughout and the choreography so consistent, I wish that there were more than one show left. Keigwin has a distinctive movement vocabulary that focuses on the most minute of movements from the fingers to the tilt of the head and I found all of it thrilling. I even professed interest in working with him at some point if he was ever looking for dancers. Could be a fun exploration on the side of ABT. Possibilities have already been thrown around which is exciting to me, so stay tuned. If you can get your ass down to DNA by 3 this afternoon I suggest you do so. Judging from the audience last night the show will be sold out again today so call before hand!

(Schmoozing at the after party.)

Creations....

Ever the slow process, creating a new ballet can be a test of your minds patience. As we begin rehearsals for the upcoming spring premieres everyone is seeming a bit out of it and distractions are abundant. Yesterday as I walked into work I was amazed that the whole block had been closed off to construct a giant jungle gym. Oh wait, that's a crane? Shit that's huge.

The rugged construction workers climbed it (without any harnesses) and hammered here and there, putting the finishing touches on their massive manly man machine. Had I not been in rehearsal I think I would have climbed on it and helped although it might have brought back bad memories of breaking up with my third grade girlfriend on the jungle gym. Love's a bitch sometimes. Instead I just took a few pictures which i thought were kind of fun, or maybe not.

Words of Wisdom from Dada....

Talking on the phone with my dad this morning I was once again amazed by his clear advice. I'm lucky to have such parents, nothing like giving them a blog shout out. Anyways, this in particular stood out to me in my deliriousness this morning....

"Every decision we make has consequences, that doesn't mean we shouldn't make the decision." Touché.

A Miracle....


I don't know how it happened but my home state of Montana stepped up big time this Tuesday. I didn't think it was possible that Montana would end up playing such an important role in handing the Democrats a bit of power but all I can say is HOORAY! Of course some credit belongs to the Virginians too for being the ultimate decision maker but I want to focus on good 'ole MT. As well as the American people for making good decisions all around in this election. Sometimes you blink and things have begun to shift.

Montana: I'll be back there in a few weeks for the holidays and performing in the Nutcracker. Even though I will be surrounded by a lot of Republicans it helps to know the the liberals are coming out of the woodwork. One more hooray! Even Blinky Palermo couldn't have called this one.

Speaking of going back and dancing....things are well underway with my choreography for the Snow Pas. Like the beginning of any creation it is rough around the edges at the moment but I am staying positive. It's difficult to make myself part of the painting and be holding the brush at the same time. I keep trying to watch in the mirror to see how things look and end up abandoning my partner. "Oops...there's Jackie off spinning by herself, perhaps I should catch her?" I am attempting to find the layers of the music in my choreography this time rather than present the melody. It's difficult for me to explain what I want to my partner and sometimes I feel it's as if I'm trying to make an orchestra play without a conductor. I need to get better at executing my ideas with someone else. Jackie is exhibiting wonderful compassion and patience when helping me create this piece I just need to not forget about partnering her. Videos coming soon....

Watching Pedro Almodovar's movie "Volver" the other day made me realize that with a lot of art its about placing together a series of pretty pictures with an emotional thread. His movies are always dazzling to watch but somehow it transcends that pure beauty by becoming something you are a part of as well. He as a director mirrors what I like to see in choreographers; taking a familiar structure and putting a new twist on it. While many things have been done before, there is always a way for an individual to put their stamp on it. And boy that Penelope Cruz can produce tears as well as she can produce cleavage. Why do I have this fascination with screen cryers? Perhaps the vulnerability?

Speaking of vulnerable, one last HOORAY for Montana making the Republicans a bit more so. That's all for tonight.

Blinking.


Sometimes you just need to put on a little Regina Spektor and dance around your apartment. It's like Dimetapp... except it tastes better. I recommend it any time you are in the need to smile. "Hotel Song" (available on my iMix) is the PERFECT choice. The picture above reflects this idea although it came out a bit more morbid than anticipated. I’ve been decapitated. That's what playing with the self-timer on your digital camera will get you.

WARNING: This is probably going to sound a lot more melodramatic than it is supposed to.

Why do relationships have to have highs and lows? That seems to be the voice of my inner 5 year old coming out in search of the answers no one has. As much as I realized that it is the ebb and flow of life that makes us who we are, right now I just don't want to accept it. Watching the movie "Little Manhattan" the other day made me aware that we struggle very similarly throughout our life, only we can't just kick someone in the shins when we are older and there isn't quite as much at stake when we are young though it may seem so. I can still feel the place where Jacqui Tucker (my 7th grade girlfriend) kicked me in the shins, and boy was she smart to do so. Maybe it was her way of saying she knew I was gay. Perhaps I should have used that technique more when it was acceptable. Now I am getting way off topic (what's new?) so where was I? Ah yes, relationships....

Be it purely friendship, romantic, the love between you and your pet...whatever, it can all be a little rocky at times. It seems there is an inherent faith that things will just get better. You keep holding on for that phone call, that held hand, or that happy bark you know is lurking somewhere in the universe just for you but where does this faith come from? Perhaps it's just a survival mechanism, who knows? Sometimes you just need to let go of things as frustrating as that may seem. Here I am preaching to myself by way of the blogo again but sometimes I just gotta go there.

For me it all just has to do with letting go of the idea of controlling a situation. The struggle for control will always get people in trouble and willing something to happen (or not happen for that matter) just isn't enough. To a certain extent (even though I don't believe in cosmic forces Blinky Palermo) maybe events really are just out of our control most of the time. This is the second dose of vagueness this week....and I can't promise it will be the last.

Or we could all just make like Britney Spears and divorce the dead weight. FINALLY. I mean, I really, really just didn't see that coming.

Finally: Just a little picture shout out to Jessamabob. When messing around with self timer this happened. I'm translucent, how emo is that?

Random Ranting On This And That...


As I sit here listening to the fancy new Ranting Details iMix, I thought I would spend this Sunday afternoon ranting poetic (coining a new phrase) about a few things.

1) A Few Random Movie Thoughts….
Discoveries of the Week: “Little Manhattan” and “Singles”

These two movies, which at first are seemingly as different as can be, are actually strikingly similar and disgustingly sweet romantic comedies (a genre that was perhaps created to make any single person weep for themselves.) I stumbled upon these two gems when I was bumming around on my couch. One is about first love between 11 year olds in Manhattan the other is about jaded love between 20-somethings in Seattle. Even though they are years and miles apart, watching these two movies makes you realize that in a sense love is love regardless of age or people involved. The initial fears are the same (first kiss, etc.) and both make you long for that idealized childhood where things seemed complex yet were so simple. If you are in the mood to curl up with (insert favorite comfort food here) and feel a bit sorry for yourself, while enjoying it, rent these two movies.

Movie Discovery #2: Ariel Is PSYCHO

(Warning: Side Effects of Love may include thrashing yourself against a rock in the middle of the ocean. Please consult your doctor before falling in it.)

People may be aware that the movie “The Little Mermaid,” was recently released on special edition DVD. Like any self-respecting gay child of the 90’s, I was eagerly anticipating a slice of my childhood that I could watch over and over again. Somehow I have ended up viewing this twice in the past few weeks and I, along with my other friends, are wondering if this is perhaps to blame for all of the fucked up visions of love that we have. As a child I thought it was so romantic, now I realize that Ariel’s love for Prince Eric is not just accelerated but insane. After one sight of him, she is drooling (is it possible for mermaids to drool under water?) and willing to mutilate her body to be with him. PSYCHO. Then she stands up to her father shouting such romantic (when I was 5) phrases as “Daddy I love him!” at the top of her lungs. PSYCHO. Can someone get this Mermaid a straight-jacket? Who doesn’t love a little “Part Of Your World” though?!

2) A Warning About Food…

Never eat at Europa Café on 57th and 7th. It took me two excursions to learn this this week but I feel the need to warn all blog- readers. The first time I went with David and Blaine (not to be confused with the magician) and we had the special sandy salad pictured above. Maybe this was some fancy salad that Ariel would enjoy, but I don’t like to eat sand and promptly sent it back. Beware. My second trip was for coffee with my friend Arch and all the sugar in the world could not save this. Unless you have good company, as I did, avoid Europa at all costs! Even then it’s a little risky.

3) The Season Has Come To An End
The curtain has come down on the final day of City Center 2006. With that end comes the beginning of a whole new batch of activities, first and foremost the creation of Snow Pas for my friend Jackie and I. Any time a season ends there is a mixture of relief and confusion; part of you still wants to be performing while the other half welcomes the break. With barely a moment to breathe before things start full force again, I am on my way out the door to celebrate the end of my third City Center tonight. Blog superstar Adrienne just has one more thing to ask….

“Can you hear the noisy Nutz coming our way?”

She is speaking of The Nutcracker gigs that await us, of course.

Just a LITTLE Copying.


Taking a cue from "The Winger" this morning, I decided to create my first ever iMix. Having done my recommended songs section for 6 months, I thought I would compile all of them into one super-fabulous (yes, that's right) playlist. Go check it out! It's pretty good if I do say so myself.
RANTING DETAILS MUSIC!!!

Vagueness. Part of a Healthy Balanced Breakfast.


How adaptable should a person be? As a dancer I find that people are constantly saying the more versatile you are, the more successful you will be. This seems like an obvious statement, as you should allow yourself to be malleable by all types of movements and their creators. When it comes to yourself socially though, how versatile should you be? At what point do you have to stop being universally acceptable and stay true to the person that you are?

That was a lot of questions to begin with and I will not attempt to answer all of them, as I do not have bolts of lightening inspiring me at the moment. As the years roll on and friendships come and go I can’t help but look around and wonder why some end while others endure. Blame cannot always be pinpointed to one person or the other but often I hear generic phrases such as “we just grew apart,” without any real analysis of why. As Twyla Tharp and Bob Dylan have so dutifully informed us, “The Times They Are A Changin,” but why and how?

Socially people often identify as “butterflies,” meaning they flutter around and seemingly get along with everyone. The image of a butterfly also brings up thoughts of metamorphosis and part of being a “social butterfly” is the ability to transform to a given group. I feel that sometimes people become a bit personality-less when taking on this position because in actuality you cannot please everyone; it just isn’t possible. Yet time and time again we all try our damnedest to make it happen.

Keeping track of yourself throughout the insanity that is buzzing around all the time is difficult to say the least, yet I have faith that it is possible; you just have to. It all brings to mind that Ayn Rand mentality of “live by your own standards.” Those standards may always be changing but I hope that I am conscious enough to be questioning what they are at all times and maintaining my integrity.

Whether it is who I am as a dancer or a person I want to be nothing if not aware of these things, some times are just more difficult than others. Finding the balance of malleability and stability is tough but I have no doubt as I look out to the illuminated windows of the matchbox apartments nearby, other people are struggling with the same things. This was your weekly vague blogging action….enjoy.

Let The Countdown Begin....


Nothing on this earth makes me happier than a Christopher Guest film (please excuse the hyperbole) so let the countdown begin for his next masterpiece, "For Your Consideration."

I was rushing up the subway tracks yesterday to the theater and kabloey (to quote Drop Dead Gorgeous) there was a giant poster for this new film! Taken by surprise at the fact it comes out Nov. 17, I thought I would blog a bit about it. I really just cannot wait. AHHHHHH!

It's not a mockumentary like the last films but its subject matter sounds tantilizing; an independent film begins to garner awards buzz and it follows the insanity that ensues. Count me in. It's got the whole gang and it's still improv. NOVEMBER 17th!!!!!

We Didn't Start The Fire!

Story Time Boys and Girls!

City Center went up in flames last night and everyone knows there is no one better to protect the city than the ABT Fire Department. Clad in their booty shaking protective gear, these brave souls went in and stomped that fire out....here is their brave story.

Blaine and Isaac had no idea that their harmless pony-ing was capable of starting such a blazing inferno.


But as they turned around they realized what they had done. Ever the quick thinkers, they decided all the fire needed was little muscle flexing.....


Meanwhile in another area of the building....blog superstar Adrienne cried out for help! "Fire, Fire! Someone help me save my kitties!"


No need to fear you sexy superstar, because Stella is on the way!


As Stella ran to help Adrienne, Craig thought all the flames needed was a little pelvic thrusting.


Seeing as women are smarter, Gillian jumped on to fix Craig's error. She knew all the fire needed was some hot sneakers and a leotard.


The boys started to get angry and with a little huffing and puffing continued their uphill battle.


Realizing that the only way to be happy was to become one with the fire, Gillian kicked her leg....


And started a tribal dance.


Then the secret came out! Adrienne had started the fire!!!!! Naughty girl. Witch Doctor Marian will get you!

Is It The End Of The World (As We Know It)?

The world has been transformed into a place where skanky is the new black. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the insanity has arrived as scantilly clad women rule the universe. Had this been my first day in New York, I may have consfused the mass of people and insane outfits for the streets of Japan; then I realized the lack of order and knew it was New York City Halloween 2006.

I finally found the courage to go to the Halloween parade, stepped out of my apartment and immediately wanted to go back in. People in costumes swirled around me like the tornado in "Wizard of Oz" and I was struck with the strange notion that we're not in Kansas anymore. In my travels tonight I encountered some very bizarre things...and that was in the 4 block radius that contained me. Now, I must share a few with you.

#1 Lesson of the Night: Marie Antoinette is alive and well! She is wanted and worth 5 Million Dollars, dead or alive. But preferably dead. Again.


#2 Gorillas apparently hump humans. Those legs are thrown up in the air and there we people with cameras flashing all over. It was oddly reminiscent of a certain Paris Hilton tape.


I made it home alive but now I must sit still for a few days after that whirlwind.

Costumes. Again.














Halloween is almost a redundant holiday for anyone in the performing arts. I spend all year dressing up in the most elaborate and expensive costumes I could dream of so anything at Halloween should seem like a letdown. Yet somehow I am always impressed by the costumes that the members of ABT come up with in the limited time between rehearsals. Procrastination is something that infects every holiday for me but Halloween seems to be the worst. From the look of the line stretching around the block at Ricky's by my apartment, I am not the only one.

This year my first thought was to be Britney Spears from her Dateline interview. I was going to create the whole outfit and have a baby doll dragging on the ground tied to my wrist. Perhaps another attached to my bulging breast. Just a few ideas that I was tossing around. With Jackie as my Kevin Federline we would have been as indestructible as their indefatigable love. Unfortunately gross mini-skirts and ugly maternity clothes proved difficult to find and I was unwilling to do it if it wasn't trailer trash perfection.

Idea number two was to be Sofia Coppola. This was something I was looking forward too but felt too few people would get it. I was going to slouch around in a gross black dress with droopy hair and a knife stabbed into a copy of a "Marie Antoinette" book. Perhaps blood dripping from my mouth? Classic in my mind, boring to others. Abandoned.

Both of those ideas embody the classic joy of Halloween to me; an excuse for gay men to dress in drag and for women to dress like sluts. With the Britney idea I was combining the two! What could be better? Really slamming it out of the park but I guess there is always next year.


(Blaine, turning 21 yesterday, enforces the no drinking laws on the underage students.)

Plan C was what came to fruition. I went cliched Halloween and was a nerd. No nerd in particular just vague, clothes out of my closet, nerd. I was pleasantly surprised when people seemed to enjoy the costume seeing as it was all things I owned already plus a few items from the "nerd kit" found at Ricky's. Finding a fanny pack proved to be almost as difficult as finding logic in the Bush administration (okay that was a stretch.) Like all things though, with persistence comes success and I found a god awful banana yellow fanny pack right across the street from my apartment (the last place i looked.) Now, does anyone else find a need to revive fanny packs because after sporting one all night I must say they are alarmingly practical. Want a camera? BAM! Fanny pack. Want money? BAM! Fanny pack. Want a dancing midget? BAM! Oh wait.....

(Marcelo, as a ballet teacher, attempts to give us some pointers. I am a defiant nerd which of course is the only way to go.)

(The group poses together but everyone works the camera in their own way.)

Let us all take a blogosecond to rave about Kenny Easter's fabulous party. The pirate theme was a complete smash as was the group of people. Unfortunately it was as dark as a medieval dungeon in there so I couldn't get a picture to do it justice but let's just say it was miles beyond a normal house party. Bravo Easter Bunny! Hope everyone enjoys the pictures!

(Patrick works some Pirate Voodoo Insanity and he's not even in costume!)

(This was the norm last night. Elaborate to say the least.)

(Just a little mid-party dinner break. Could I be more colorful? I'm the Gay Pride Flag Nerd.)

(After returning to the party, Marcelo attempted to kill me. Just a routine day at the office.)

Sankai Juku?














My fanny pack search was brought to a screeching halt yesterday as I took one of my quarterley trips to Brooklyn to go to BAM. The company under interrogation was Sankai Juku whom would be performing their 90-minute piece "Kagemi." I won't spend too much time discussing the performance because what I find more interesting are the ideas that it brought up about the subjectivity of art.

I would first like to state one of my new lofty goals; within the next twenty years I want to perform in some way (preferably with my own choreography) at the BAM Opera House. It is a really spectacular space and I might as well set my sights high right? When I walked in to the theater I was struck by the beauty of the building for a millisecond but then looked to the stage where hundreds of white lotus flowers hovered above the surface. It is an image that will forever be burned in my brain and for me the rest of the evening never really lived up to the power of that image. At moments there was incredible beauty on stage but overall I found the performance to be a bit bland and monotonous. The performers showed such complete devotion to the piece that even the most miniscule details carried an enormous amount of weight.

There is so much power in stillness and tranquility on stage or in life but in order to achieve its full impact it must also be aided by its opposite. The calm after the storm is peaceful because of its juxtaposition to the storm. The make up after a fight is pleasant because of the fight. The calmness of this coffee shop is comforting after the insanity of last night, and so on.... If there is no phrasing to the movement and it is all just beautiful is that ever really enough? In my opinion the show just needed a little bit more variety in the movement to make the meditative parts work.

Then comes the fact that David had called me the night before raving about how he felt this was one of the best performances he had ever seen. Hype can make or break an experience and perhaps for me it was just the advanced praise that did me in. It also makes me wonder how life could be different with the most miniscule changes. Had that phone call not happened would my feelings be different? The subjectivity of art is what makes life interesting and I, for one, cannot wait to debate the validity of both of our opinions. Either way it is always worth it to me to see any live theater if only for the discussion that it prompts afterwards.

Sunday, October 29, 2006

Symphonie Gang Wars.

It's time for another "City Center Storybook" Moment!

When the curtain goes up it may all look like glitter and glamour, but there is a dark underbelly to the glittering world of ABT. Yes folks, just like the Sharks and the Jets we have our very own gang wars! You may find it hard to believe, but here is the photgraphic proof in this Dateline Exclusive "The Underside of the Tutu."

The "Five Minutes Until Battle" call is one of the most intense times for both gangs as they practice their moves. Precision is everything in battle.


Jackie, a member of the "Lashes" gang, questions the outcome of today's tensions.


The momentary peace meeting is brought to a screeching halt as legs fly into the air; the war has begun.


Hee Seo, a member of the "Dagger Legs" gang, raises her hand to the heavens in a defiant gesture of victory.


Another "Dagger Legs" member, Isabella, knows that glamour is everything and takes a moment to flash her gang symbol. This was right before turning around and scratching someones eyes out with those very hands.


One of the founding members of "Lashes," Marian (out of her witch doctor disguise for the day), laughs at the simple moves of those around her. She is going to pull out some "Mortal Kombat" skills tonight.


Bring it bitch.

Saturday, October 28, 2006

CHANGE YOUR BOOKMARKS!!!!

For anyone that is reading this blog still and thinks I never update it (Abby) it is because i always forget to put the new posts up on this old URL. The NEW URL is here RANTING DETAILS! and is always the first to be updated. So click the link above and change those bookmarks!

CHANGE YOUR LINKS!!!!

For anyone that is reading this blog still and thinks I never update it (Abby) it is because i always forget to put the new posts up on this old URL. The NEW URL is here RANTING DETAILS! and is always the first to be updated. So click the link above and change those bookmarks!

Morty The Mortifier.















Mor.ti.fi.ca.tion-n
1. deep shame and humiliation
2. the death and decaying of a part of a living body

I never thought that I would be posting a blog that starts with the definition of mortification. Then again, life is full of unexpected surprises and tonight was no exception.

As I was backstage preparing for my performance of “Rodeo,” I had a strange feeling that something was a little bit off tonight. Perhaps is was the fact that I had eaten something healthy for dinner (not my usual fast food diet) or maybe that I hadn’t rehearsed the ballet I was to perform, in about a week; either way, an ominous feeling began to creep over the evening.

The stage was filled with people preparing for “Meadow” as I was in my back corner wishing good luck and going over my steps for the last ballet of the evening. It was a hurried review, one that in hindsight only skimmed the surface, but what was I to do?
It was soon time to get into costume and as I put on my fancy purple and pink cowboy uniform I felt ready to go out and show the audience my knee-weakening swagger. The curtain went up, I channeled my machismo attitude and relied on muscle memory to carry me through.

It started with an exaggerated batme. What should have been a 90-degree extension suddenly expelled itself as a chorus-girl kick escaping out of my body. Who were these demons that were attempting to escape? I couldn’t help but smirk at myself for having over-exaggerated the moves within the first few moments; perhaps my excitement had just taken a hold of me. Then things plummeted off the front of the stage into the orchestra pit….

Always considering myself a count-consistent dancer, I felt my brain melt like a pound of butter as I stood center stage. What had once been second nature to me was suddenly absent from my mind. As the boys around me stood doing the choreography I lifted up my legs proudly about 16 counts too early. Immediately I second guessed myself and place my leg down. As if I had been electrocuted by the ground, my leg again recoiled to the improper position and I stood with egg on my face as the boys around me rejoiced in their correctness. How could I have been so stupid? Hadn’t I been the one that people had been asking about the correct counts only minutes before the curtain rose? The joke was on me as I heard the rest of the cast begin to snicker behind me.

(Happy moments on the costume rack BEFORE things got sucked into the vortex of evilness.)

In case it wasn’t clear, I had my first MAJOR fuck-up tonight on stage. A new found sympathy has been discovered for those whose minds fail them from time to time. Not since I was ten, content with bowl-cut and glasses, has such a thing happened to me. At that time I had been a young boy dancing the shim-sham center stage with a group of tappers. As they began to rush, I stopped dead still center stage for about 10 counts frustrated in their stupidity. There was nothing I could do and afterwards I just broke down to my mother in frustration. Tonight, however, it was I who was basking in the stupidity. We all have our moments, I guess, but on stage with ABT blanking out will never be one of my proudest.

The support, and mockery, from the cast and the staff was enough to lift my spirits to a point where I don’t feel like it is the end of the world. People thought maybe I was just doing some ab-strengthening exercises center stage; a solid alibi. As I strolled through Times Square later tonight I thought I would do a little re-enactment of my over-excited extension from early in the piece; a moment I was willing to re-enact pictured above. The rest, however, will have to live in the memories of the proud few who witnessed it.

Fortunately, it was nothing that a little time with my sister and Scott couldn't fix.

Scott was even generous enough to demonstrate my crazy kick in the "Seattle Cafe." How we ended up there will forever be a mystery to me. My brain was obviously eaten by velociraptors tonight.

Random Rehearsal Shots.

Citing the blog as an excuse to do so, I purchased a new camera yesterday. Aside from the fact that my old one was literally falling apart every day in my bag, I wanted something that I could change up manually and capture movement better than before. Here are the first few shots that I took while playing around on the stage today. No fancy captions this time, just good old fashioned blog indulgence.
If you click on any of the photos they will become larger so you can actually see everything!

(Marcelo and Blaine get their aerobic work for the day with a little "Upper Room" reviewing. I attempted to create the smoke but my mind couldn't make it happen.)


(This is a picture from "Meadow" rehearsal that I enjoy because I feel like it captures the aura of piece perfectly. Fluid and ethereal, existing both planted in the ground and floating in the air, it's a really beautiful piece.)


(A shot of David and Stella rehearsing the goosebump inducing pas from "Meadow." It's a lesson in "how did he dream that up" type of choreography that has to be seen to be believed.)

I don't know if it is this way for everyone but I am eternally in love theaters. Everything about them has always fascinated me. As I child I think I would have been happier running around backstage than just about anywhere else. It still is an overwhelming feeling sitting on stage during rehearsals and looking out at the empty theater. I am always reminded of old MGM movies musicals about backstage life ala "Kiss Me Kate." It's easy to take things like this for granted sometimes but every once in a while I remember the kid in myself and allow him to get giddy.....even if just for a minute. Then it's back to my "too cool for school" attitude. Just kidding.

Songs YOU need to download. 10/26/06

















I am back in an obsessive music purchasing phase. On top of searching for music to choreograph to, I am craving music like it's crack.

Knock 'Em Out-Lily Allen
Everything's Just Wonderful-Lily Allen

This is some new music from the British Gwen Stefani, Lily Allen. Somehow all British music sounds fairly cheesy to me but there is no denying that this is enjoyable happy pop with a sarcastic edge and clever lyrics. I mean an album that begins with "When you first left me, I was wanting more. But you were fucking that girl next door. What did you do that for?" Can't be half bad right? Gotta love the Brits.

"On The Bus Mall"-The Decemberists
"The Crane Wife 3"-The Decemberists
This is a band that I have been trying to push on all of my friends and it isn't quite working. Lead singer Colin Meloy is one of my good friends' brothers and a lyrical genius. He takes every approach BUT the conventional one, sprinkling his surprisingly catchy songs with words like "barbs, bayonets, threadbare" and so on. Slightly different than the "bitches and ho's" approach to music recently. Their new album is different and a little more mainstream but brilliant nonetheless.

"Cellphone's Dead"-Beck
"We Dance Alone"-Beck
Two songs from his fantastic new album.

"Opus 17"-Marie Antoinette Soundtrack
"Concerto In G"-Marie Antoinette Soundtrack
Ewww. I can't believe I just endorsed something from that awful movie. I can feel my fingers burning as I type this. No denying its a GREAT soundtrack though.

And now for a new section "Songs That I Feel Kind of Guilty Enjoying"

"Wind It Up"-Gwen Stefani
Let's get one thing straight, I am a HUGE Gwen Stefani fan. Ever since the days of "No Doubt" she has been one of my favorite artists because what she lacked in vocal talent she made up in originality. Her first solo album was a departure from the quality of "No Doubt" but it was insanely fun and addictive which was a new road for her. I cannot wait until her next album comes out (Dec. 5th) but this new single is kind of disappointing. The first time I listened to it I couldn't believe she was using a "Sound of Music" sample and barely singing throughout. With lyrics like "I know you think he's fine and stuff, but does he know how to wind you up?" things were looking bleak. A weird mix of "Hollaback Girl"-ish beats and "Rich Girl" I hate to admit that it's growing on me. Damn her!


P.S. Does anyone even read these music posts? Leave a comment and let me know because I don't want to keep posting them if no one wants to see it.