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Advanced Class
So it turns out that, actually, I hold up fairly well in Advanced class. This wasn’t my greatest ballet day ever, but there was nothing I flatly couldn’t do.
I got another useful correction on my turns: evidently, I’ve been dropping out of passé before competing my turns sometimes. Derp.
So paying attention to that makes my turns prettier and more reliable. It should also make my doubles, etc, much better. I think what I’m doing is anticipating the “landing,” as if the floor isn’t going to be there anymore when I put my working leg back down … to which I can say only, “Hurr de durr.”
I was having one of those mildly dysphoric days: every time I looked in the mirror, I was all like, “Yay! Long, slender, graceful arms and — WTF! I am made from two completely different people :(”
Fortunately, I was on a wall barre, and for some reason my brain chose to more or less accept the rear-wheel drive reality of my body by the time we got to little jumps.
So there you have it. Advanced class did not cause me to burst into flames. I acquitted myself acceptably well. Nobody died.
That said, I must now dash off to buy groceries.
I think I shall enjoy this new routine.
Ballet: I’m Not Worthy! I’m Not Worthy!
…But I’m going to give it a whirl anyway.
I’m trying advanced class tomorrow.
Not because I harbor the delusion that I’m actually an advanced student, but because it fits into any given Saturday during opera season.
Advanced class is way closer to home, at the main studio downtown, so it’s a quick <30 min bus ride. I can leave around 8 (a tad later if I'm disorganized and/or lazy), catch the 8:16 to class, hop off the bus at 8:40, and expect to be at class around 8:45. Good enough for me.
I suppose this will also break me of the habit of letting my schedule get disrupted on the weekends. I have effectively no internally-regulated sleep cycle; I am able to maintain a fairly normal schedule through main force and physical exhaustion as long as nothing disrupts it. I haven't been preventing that from happening of late.
Forcing myself to maintain the same schedule on weekends will make it easier to haul my butt out of bed and get to class during the week. Or, at any rate, less hard. Maybe.
So there you have it. I shall try to report back tomorrow, though I'll be stopping to do the marketing on the way home.
More soon.
Also, more noveling soon. This has not been a good week for posting things since I got back 🙂
Ballet: Examining the Details
I’m home now, with many lessons learned.
Taking class at the Joffrey reminded me both how far I’ve come since I started dancing again and how far I still have to go (which has very much become a recurring theme for me): yesterday’s intermediate class, in particular, proved to be both a sound indicator of the progress I’ve made and, at times, a stark challenge.
I’ve improved the most in port de bras, adagio, and — surprisingly — turns.
The first of these, port de bras, represents a place where there was a great deal of room for improvement — as a kid, I’m not sure I grasped the importance of port de bras, or at least I didn’t grasp why it was important in and of itself.
Adagio, meanwhile, is simply something I didn’t really think about much in the past. I was the little kid that saw the Nutcracker’s Russian dance and went, “Where do I sign up?!” I was all about the fireworks.
My appreciation for adagio is, shall we say, more recently acquired.
I’ve come to look at it, in a way, as similar to dressage: just as dressage forms an ideal formation for any equestrian discipline, adagio is foundational in ballet.
The control, poise, balance, discipline, and lyricism necessary to good adagio are also essential for good allegro; moreover, you can fake your way through allegro if you’re physically strong, but it will never be graceful and balletic if you don’t have the foundation that adagio requires.
Imagine, if you will, the difference between grand battement with a solid core and grand battement with a jiggly core (must be jelly, ’cause…): grand battement initially really feels more akin to grand allegro, but it’s adagio that teaches you how to sustain core strength while executing controlled extensions. Likewise, grand battement done well is controlled on the way back down, and that control is strengthened by the sustained work one does in adagio.
That said, taking class with instructors who have really forced me to calm down, pay attention, and learn to do adagio well has in turn fostered a profound appreciation for it in and of itself. It’s like what I always say about promenades: you can pick out the dancers in an audience by listens to who applauds the promenades. Non-dancers have no earthly idea how freaking hard promenades can be, as often as not, they’re like, “Lolwut?” Meanwhile, every dancer in the audience is like, “OMG DID U SEE THAT PROMENADE EN DEHORS IN ÉCARTÉ ARRIERE?!”
Learning how difficult good adagio can be has really transformed my understanding. I certainly still enjoy the fireworks of grand allegro passages, but I have come to really appreciate adagio in its own right.
Besides, it feels good to have gained a great deal of ground in an area that, historically, hasn’t been the locus of my strength (in short, A.A. Milne never once wrote, “Adagio is what Tiggers do best!”).
As for turns … actually thinking about how to execute turns cleanly and elegantly has really helped. When I first started dancing again, I tended to forget to spot (which is weird, because as a kid spotting came to me very much by instinct). I also tended to lose my core, over-spring, and do all kinds of crazy things with my shoulders.
I’m not going to say all of those things are 100% fixed (because that would be a big honking lie).
They’re not — but I seem to have regained the “spotting instinct,” as evidenced by the chainés in last night’s class. Chainés have been the bane of my balletic existence in part because I have tended to forget to spot them; last night, my chaine&ecaute;s weren’t great (my legs were all WTF for some reason), but I spotted like a boss.
Meanwhile, I’ve really come a long way with those other details as well.
The areas where I’m weakest, relatively speaking, are quick petit allegro sequences and some of the leaps — particularly grand jeté and, to a lesser extent, saut de chat.
Quick petit allegro sequences, I suspect, will simply come with time and repetition. I can do the steps, and I can do them well (though I don’t always use my plié as I should); now I just have to do them a million times — and do them well — to reinforce the circuitry and muscles that power them. The challenge is to increase speed without sacrificing lightness and buoyancy.
Likewise, as Brienne pointed out, I need to adjust for my particular body: the bendy feet and hyperextended knees that make my legs look awesome when they’re working right also mean I need to be quicker in order to reach the end of each movement within a step. That means I need to practice, practice, practice (like, I should be doing the 8-8-4-4-2-2-1-1-1-1 exercise 17,000 times every day).
I tend always to focus on completing movements — using what in baseball would be termed “follow-through,” I guess. If you watch professional dancers, there’s always a sense of reaching beyond the terminus of any given movement, in a way — as in degagé, you’re always reaching, reaching, reaching through the leg and foot (while at the same time holding your core together, your hips in alignment, etc.: this is why ballet is not for the faint of heart, heh).
I realize that this is both a strength and a weakness of mine: I’m forever running into dancers who are much better at actually getting all the steps in (which is to say, quicker) than I am, but not as good at the follow-through part, if that makes sense — so while they get all the steps in without fail, I manage to look more “balletic” when I do get it all in*.
There’s a missing piece on each side of the equation; I just tend to notice the piece that I’m missing.
I haven’t encountered this problem in a Beginner class in ages, for what it’s worth, which suggests that it can be solved.
I suspect that, like the “drill it to you kill it” vs. “fake it ’til you make it” dilemma, this is a question of focusing on … er. I’m tempted to say “style versus substance,” but that might not quite be right? I feel that, in ballet, style and substance are mutually inclusive. Perhaps it’s “style versus speed,” or something like that.
As for leaps: I think I dissected that pretty well the other day. I’m not using my plié right; instead, I keep trying to launch from my upper body.
Some of this is a direct function of something that should be a strength: my feet. Cycling, gymnastics, and the way I climb stairs have left me with ridiculously strong feet and ankles (though there’s still always room for improvement).
You guys, just because your feet are strong enough to launch your whole body doesn’t mean that they should. Somewhere along the line, though, I developed a bad habit of launching from my feet, which is A) ridiculous and B) a bad idea.
I’ve now sorted this out in little jumps (my calf injury pretty much ensured that would get resolved), but it’s still the number one thing I get corrected on where big (and medium) jumps and leaps are concerned.
This is doubly frustrating, because I know I can do these things correctly;
it’s just that I’ve developed a bad habit that I now have to un-learn.
Fortunately, that’s what class is for. Now I just have to get my behind back into the studio on the regular, three days per week or better.
I’m planning on hitting Brienne’s class tomorrow and advanced class on Saturday morning. That will allow me a two-day break between, which I suspect I’ll need. Depending on how advanced class goes, I may just keep that one in the rotation and leave myself a two-day (Thursday – Friday) gap for the time being.
At the Joffrey: In Which I Start Out Strong And Then Blow It Completely
Intermediate class at the Joffrey tonight: really nice barre, lovely adagio (which went surprisingly well), then increasingly complex traveling combinations.
I felt like I generally had my waterfowls in a linear array during barre, with the exception of an occasional hiccup or two — like the one where our instructor, Ms. S, called out the direction of a turn and I froze because suddenly I was thinking about whether or not I was turning the right way. That said, I succeeded in doing turns at a double barre without cracking my knee on the lower barre, which is a first.
I’m not sure how to describe how this class compares with our Intermediate class at home, overall: the barre was very comparable, if not as long and just plain physically hard as Brienne’s. The adagio was also comparable; it felt eminently doable, but I think that’s just because I suck way, way less at adagio than I used to.
The traveling stuff, meanwhile, started out comparable, then ramped up a bit, then a bit more.
I didn’t feel like the final combination, which I bombed magnificently (and failed to finish in the left side because I thought we were done) was comparable to anything we’ve done in our classes at home — it was quite long, quite complex, and involved grands assemblés en tournants.
Which I can actually do, but apparently not while remembering, like, any other step in a combination.
To be fair, I could neither see or hear Ms. S when she was giving the combination (this class was delightfully huuuuuuuge), and knew I didn’t have it when we marked it, and yet, for some reason, I didn’t speak up. Still not sure what that was about.
So, anyway. In short, as always, if you’re in Chicago, just go do class at the Joffrey. You might get pushed a bit past the edges of your comfort zone, but it will be worth it.
At the Joffrey: In Beginner Class, I Rethink Grand Jeté
The Joffrey’s 10 AM Saturday beginner class is taught by a gentleman, Ariel Cisneros, who may be the most effective instructor I’ve ever encountered for my particular body. In short, he immediately zeroed in on and fixed two holes in my body awareness; he also explains things in ways that automatically make sense to me.
Barre was lovely — not particularly difficult, but the combinations were unique. Mr. C used unique methods to focus us on using our feet and maintaining turnout. His methods very effectively complement those that Brian and Brienne have been using with me.
As Mr. C gave us the opening plié combination, I realized I was really, really going to have to pay attention: while there was nothing gimmicky about his combinations, they were unusual (in a good and effective way) and complex.
I really liked the fondu-et-rond de jambe combination we did, which approached Brienne’s fondu combinations in terms of complexity and physical demand, though it wasn’t as soul-crushingly long as hers can be.
At center, we did a lovely little bit of choreography with promenades, turns, and développés that went quite well indeed; I called on work we did in Brian’s Saturday class a while back to make the développés solid and pretty.
More importantly, perhaps, Mr. C gave me some very specific, apt notes of improving my turns.
Across the floor we did a really nice combination (edit: which evidently I forgot to finish writing about — the perils of small-screen blogging).
At the end, we did glissades and pas de chats, then grand jetés. For some reason (see below), my grand jetés were disastrously bad. I have sort of given myself a mental block about grand jeté of late, but after class I was able to figure out what the problem was.
I really wish I could do class with Mr. C every Saturday (heck, every single day would be better). I’ll have to bring the lessons I learned today back to the studio at home.
I came out of this class feeling, once again, like I have the makings of a good dancer, and like the problems in encountering can be solved.
Sometimes the perspective of an instructor who doesn’t see you three times a week can really help!
~
About grand jetés…
I pretty a cracking good grand jeté as a kid, and I’ve been despairing over it as a returning adult dancer.
I realized today that the problem lies in how I’m using my upper body.
Instead of keeping my upper body, well, up (and slightly back), I’ve evidently been trying to launch the jump with my shoulders.
You guys, WTF is that?
I don’t do that when doing tour jeté or saut de Basque because it wouldn’t work. I suspect, though, that’s because I like having teeth and don’t want to land on my face, which is probably what would happen. Instinctively, then, I avoid executing what would be a Very Bad Plan.
Anyway, jumping from the shoulders doesn’t leave any room for the front leg to go anywhere and makes it much harder for the rear leg to launch you up. At best, it launches you forwards; at worst, down.
So I will concentrate on retraining my grand jeté, along with everything else.
At the Joffrey: Keep Fit Ballet
So, regardless of bizarre Soviet renditions of Gisele in which convulsing zombie wilis are … well, were … a thing, it turns out that Keep Fit Ballet (as opposed to “just normal ballet”) is a difference more of degree than of kind.
It’s a one-hour long lunch break class with some extra stretching/warm-up stuff thrown in at the beginning. I say “thrown,” but actually it’s well-chosen.
Class was packed, and I was one of four guys (one of whom was a professional whom I think I’ve seen in class at the Joffrey before). Everyone was lovely and people went out of their way to talk to me and make me feel welcome, which was very nice.
I enjoyed it immensely, even the final combination, during which my brain said (correctly):
Chassée
Chassée
Saute (arabesque)
Saute (passe)
Tombe pas bourré
Glissade
Assemblée
… while my body said (bizarrely) :
Glissade
Glissade
Saute (arabesque)
Saute (passe)
Failli
Pas de basque, maybe?
Glissade
Saut de chat
Note to body: no matter how much you enjoy it, Saute de Chat is not assemblée!
You guys, has that ever happened to you?
Like, your brain has the combination, but your body merrily does something completely (or almost completely) different?
And no matter what you do — you as in your conscious mind, here … not that the conscious mind, in such moments, has much recourse to begin with: all you can do is think loudly at yourself; maybe yell at yourself if your verbal faculties haven’t all gone on sabbatical.
Perhaps this explains the Attic form of dualism — TL;DR: “the soul is shiny and eternal; the body is a stinking, rebellious meat sack.”
Anyway, no matter what your conscious mind tried, your body just goes on with its bad self, as it were? As if it’s been hijacked by insane Ballet Fairies? (o.O … What if it’s my Inner Odile trying to emerge?!)
It’s possible, even probable, that my breakfast had simply worn off. That said, eating immediately before class would have been a much, much worse idea. Next time I’m doing a noon class, I’ll just eat breakfast later.
Regardless, I had a great time as always as the Joffrey.
I forgot to upload my draft of Strangers to Googly Docs, so I won’t be able to post chapter 2 until I get home 😦
First World Ballet Problems
Yesterday, I struggled to get my développé to 90 degrees, let alone above. The muscles whose job it is to carry the legs just said, “90 is all you’re getting today, and you’re only getting it at the cost of immense effort.”
I blamed my lack of condition, of course — which was fair, but missed a critical element: the cross-training problem.
” Cross-training” means training until you’re feeling cranky and irritable, then kvetching at your poor innocent husband for no good reason.
Wait, that’s not right.
“Cross-training” means, in short, mixing it up to keep things balanced — tossing in a little cycling if you’re a dancer, or a little dance if you’re a cyclist.
The operative phrase, here, being “a little.” Or, well, “just enough.”
Last week, I banged out several hours on the bike, including a bunch of zippy climbing sprints, and basically none in the studio.
Should it come as any surprise, then, that I’ve managed to lose a bunch of the ground I had gained in correcting the muscle-balance problem attendant in being someone who, for several years, spent around twenty hours a week riding a bike and did essentially no cross-training?
I am lucky, in a sense, in that my body adapts very readily to exercise — but I tend to forget that, as in everything else, if I want the balanced muscles necessary for ballet, I need to make sure I’m not essentially overspending in one area while underspending in another (an aside, here: it says a great deal that autocorrupt — ahem, that is, predictive text — recognizes overspending as an existing word, but not underspending).
While a trained cyclist does make some use of the muscles that flex the thighs, it’s paltry in comparison to the use made of those that push down (I’ve touched on this before). Especially for someone like me — one who straddles the line between light rouleur and climber, and thus relishes his ability to crank out brutal speed on short- to medium-climbs — it’s all too easy to lose sight of how quickly that can add up to a disaster at the barre.
When I wrote yesterday’s post, I had forgotten that a couple of Saturdays back I was enjoying easy extensions well above 90 degrees even though my right hip was still weirdly tight. A couple of classes before that, I wrote about the fact that getting the leg higher made a promenade en dedans in écarté derriere (or was it avant? I’ll have to check that later) much easier — and when I said higher, I meant “hey, my toes are basically at shoulder-height right now!”
So basically, I’ve now created a situation in which I’ll need to overcome a muscle balance problem again, one which I’d sorted before.
In short, this means dancing more and riding less (and more gently; probably no more 20+MPH sprints on the rolling climbs for a while) — in short, shifting the balance back so I’m actually allowing cycling (which I do as a matter of course, although I love it) to act as cross-training for ballet (which may be the one thing I love more than cycling).
I’m not sure yet how to achieve this balance — or, well, the exact details elude me.
The “pushing down” muscles in the legs already get a greater workout in daily life (one word: stairs!) than the “pulling up” muscles (or the “pushing up” ones that lift from beneath the buttocks and thigh in ballet), so I need to take that into account.
Regardless, this is entirely a First World Ballet Problem. I recognize that it’s the result of something in my body actually working well (maybe too well), and I’m grateful for that (not that I feel grateful right now, but I’m rationally aware that this is a Good Thing). I also recognize that “développé at 90 degrees” is a goal that many adult dancers find elusive, and I shouldn’t complain too much.
Yet again, I’m reminded that ballet is a great analogy for life (tl;dr: It hurts, and there’s always someone yelling at you — wait, no, that’s not the analogy I wanted ;)). You have to work to keep everything balanced (and not just when your instructor hairy-eyeballs you and growls, “You know you can balance in passé relevé without the barre.”).
So, um, yeah. There we go.
I plan to write about this a bit more, as there are tons of articles out there that day,” Cross-training is good for you!” but not too many aimed at explaining how to figure out how much cross your training actually needs. I should probably Ask Denis about it and just post an interview. Maybe even a video.
Speaking of which, I have not forgotten that I owe all you guys a ballet video about balancé. I’m trying to figure out where to film it.
So that should be coming along soon, too.
Pas de Basque? Pas de Problème!
Today I made it all the way through Brienne’s class, though I was having a bad day in terms of remembering the choreography.
I definitely felt the classes I’ve missed — legs be all, “Développé above 90? Ha! As if!” I also couldn’t do more than two reps of the lift-your-leg-off-the-barre thing. Bleh. So back to working on strength and flexibility at home. Feh.
(OTOH, splits are back on both sides.)
Tomorrow I’ll have to make sure to do some moving around before I sit on a bus for six hours. Otherwise, I won’t be able to walk, come Friday.
I intend to try the Joffrey’s Friday afternoon Keep Fit Ballet class (since I won’t be able to make the normal ballet class on Friday evening), so being able to use my legs is a good plan.
We did pas saut de Basque (Edit: why did I write “pas?” Ceci n’est pas un pas! Further edit: I’m leaving the title alone, though.) today, which was fun. For whatever reason, I was too thinky at first and hosed it up on the first run; second time through I got it down.
I’ve historically thought of it as “tour en l’air at passé,” but it actually works better to think of it as more like “tour jeté coming to/through passé.” You brush the first leg through and bring the second leg to passé as you turn.
I’m going to keep this short, as I’m still out running errands (You guys, WHY IS IT SO HARD TO FIND COOL SHOE LACES? The Internet is crammed to the gills with them; meanwhile, no shop I’ve entered today had any!).
I plan to post Chapter 2 of Strangers later on, though it might not happen — I have a billion travel-prep things to do when I get home.
That’s it for now. Leather side down, &c.
Strangers In The Land: Chapter 1
Phinny
10:36 AM.
Tendus. Garibaldi ahead of me; Patton behind. Garibaldi looks half asleep. We are at: and pique-pique-close, side, side, side, but he’s sort of doing and pique-pique-close, half-assed fifths. He hasn’t had his coffee yet, can’t seem to straighten his knees, looks like maybe he has a hangover. He would probably live if he missed a day of class, but that’s Garibaldi for you; Garibaldi never misses class, even if maybe he really should. He once came to class in a walking cast. With a fever.
Garibaldi is crazy.



