No, no, no- put those back on. I mean the post-event write up. Sheesh.
After several days of cold, rain, hormones, taxes, and general unpleasantness (despite great company), today didn't have to be particularly great to be a big improvement. And yet, today has been fantastic by any standards. The quick and dirty version of my day:
No, this is no metaphor for surviving change in my life. No drama here, unless you count color and composition. Cid and I went to the Philly Art Museum yesterday. If you've never been, get on it! It's reasonably priced (less than a movie), and huge. We both walked away pretty inspired, so after a night of dinner boggle, and dance videos, we made art. He wrote poetry, and I made this guy.
This video is long, but worth it:
I was filling out an online survey recently (no, I didn't win the $10 gift certificate), which asked me if I intended to pursue a higher degree of education, and why. That's such an awkward question for someone in this line of work. Dance education is constant. Every class I teach, every workshop I take, every video I watch, and every choreography I learn furthers my dance education. None of them, of course, lead to a suffix. All of this, put in the same five minutes of thought as "what on earth do I blog about next?" convinced me to bare my soul a little, and write about my process so far.
I grew up in a house full of music. My dad was a choir director/music director/composer/arranger; my mom sings in his choirs; family gatherings and social parties always wound up around the piano, with Carly Simon or Billy Joel being channeled through 15 questionably sober choir members. I know a lot about how the politics of churches work, the dangers of working in a school system, and the fun and drama of choir tours. However, staying with Carsie and Jon the last few weeks has given me a lot of insight into how the other side of music works- the singer/songwriter/recording artist side.
It's true. I'm now a sole-less wretch, lost and staggering.
Competitions have always had a special place in my heart... right next to winning a million dollars at the expense of a non-profit, or saving a baby's life at the cost of a puppy's. All of which is to say, I've had terrifically mixed feelings about them.
Whether it's grand themes of life, or what I had for breakfast, here's where I'll tell you what I think.