Category Archives: choreography

How A-Muse-Ing

Is it just me? Am I the only one whose choreographic muse must be living in another time zone where it’s five hours earlier? Or do they all do that?

Danseur Ignoble: On to Plan C

So we had a great time recording my audition piece today …

Except for the part wherein I apparently somehow failed to actually hit the “record” button during the actual run.

Fortunately, I have at least some video to work with — I recorded is working out the choreography, which is actually kind of hilarious. There are some nice arabesques in there.

At the end of the day, I’m still going to have to re-record this, somehow. I have no idea how, as I can’t afford to rent the studio again right now (even though it’s fairly affordable). I’ll figure something out, though.

So that’s it for today.

Someday I’ll have an actual finished video.

Stop! Roller Time!

I spent another half an hour with my foam roller this morning. How did I not “get it” before now?

Also watched a documentary about the Kirov in which a dancer said something like…

…If a dancer doesn’t wake up with at least some pain, that means he’s probably dead.

So that makes me feel much better about my achy mornings of late!

… Off to work on the video.

Monday Class: I Feel Somewhat More Human Now

Class went well today. I continue to be fascinated by the changes in how I perceive the tiny muscles in my hips and thighs.

Violinists (by way of example) develop more refined receptive fields and richer-than-average somatosensory cortical representation of their left hands through use. I would guess that dancers’ nervous systems adapt in a similar way, affording a more minute porprioceptive experience of what are, in fact, some pretty obscure muscles.

My mood is also significantly better. I was definitely a tad paranoid this morning, but I talked myself out of it on the bus — or, well, I gave myself a stern talking-to about it and made myself go to class anyway.

Brian gave us a barre that felt short and fairly gentle, then followed it up with interesting combinations at center and across the floor, which (as usual) I mostly did right, with the exception of occasionally firing off a turn the wrong way because thinking.

Pro tip: if say to yourself, “Crap! Which way do I turn?” the answer your brain provides almost always be wrong. At least, it will if you’re me.

Repeat to yourself (in your best Early 90s Tom Hanks voice):

There’s no thinking in ballet!

… And then just fly, little birdie.

Our final combination went:

Sauté arabesque
Tombe
Pas de bourré
Glissade
Assemblé
Échappé
Demi fouette
Jump back to 2nd
Demi fouette
Brush through failli
Full fouette
Coupe to tombé
Pas de bourré
Glissade
Assemblé
Sous sous balance
Sauté arabesque
Run away!
… And then repeat going the other way as soon as the 2nd group finishes.

It was fun; very high-energy. Set to that same lively piece from Swan Lake that I enjoyed so much last week.

There were a bunch of implied steps that we had to work out to keep everything linked.

In other news, I am getting much better at spacing, largely by dint of not having to focus so hard on just doing the steps, which used to use up a lot of mental clock cycles.

So, anyway, that’s it. My friend B. will be back this week from a conference she attended over the Thanksgiving break, and she’s going to join me in my audition video, which I suppose I could post here if it turns out all right.

It’s the opening piece from the ballet I’ll be working on for the rest of my life, “Simon Crane,” which is actually supposed to be a corps piece, but will work okay with two dancers. The video has to be between 1 and 3 minutes long, so “Shadowlands” is right out. It’s 7 minutes from start to end. (Edit: I realize that, the way I wrote this, it reads as if I mean that the entire ballet is a corps piece. While it is, in fact, corps-heavy, I just meant that the opening dance is a corps dance. Derp.)

Anyway, I need to go catch the bus.

À bientôt, mes amis!

PS: I am out of Adderall and also I am an embarrassing stereotype, so I left my coffee cup *and* my water bottle at the studio.

Learning How I Learn Choreography

Some of us are great at picking up choreography; others have to work really hard at it; still others fall somewhere in between.

I suspect that I’m one of the last group — though my ability to remember combinations is improving, I’m not as snappy at it as some.   I usually seem to fall somewhere in the middle, and I’m better at remembering the big jumps and turns (though not always the correct turns!) than the little linking steps that come between.

In writing out the choreography for “Shadowlands,” I’ve gained a small insight: it helps me to group choreographic elements (and their associated music) into “phrases” and then link them into longer “sentences” and “paragraphs.”

I’m glad that I didn’t do this with the original choreography for the middle part of ” Shadowlands” — it was unclear and muddled, but I don’t remember it anyway and hadn’t danced it enough to get it into my bones (you know that thing where your instructor gives you the same combination you’ve done a billion times, but instead of ending it with glissade-jeté-temps levée-temps levée, he substitutes glissade-jeté-slow plie, and you look on in horror as your reflection on the mirror reveals that you’re doing it the other way?).  I won’t have to “overwrite” the old circuits, which is good, because old circuits can be very persistent.

In a way, this shouldn’t surprise me.   When I used to show horses, I used this method to memorize dressage tests and over-fences courses.

I think my primary difficulty with picking up choreography in class is that I tend to mono-channel: I process either language or visual information, because language requires a lot of cognitive load for me.  I’m not a verbal thinker, so there’s a translation process involved, and in particular there are some deficiencies in my brain’s uplinks between verbal and spatial/mathematical/musical processing.  This is why I can’t describe to Denis where the garlic powder is, but I can go get it for him; I can picture your face, but experience delays in linking it to your name and identity (which is why I’m hesitant to wave to people who appear to be waving to me: I can’t tell immediately whether or not I actually know them).

Thus, for example, unless someone says “turn en dedans,” I might not pick up the direction of a turn (because my visual processing suffers when I’m working to process words), so then I mark and perform the combination incorrectly and get it “wired up” wrong.  The same thing happens where “implied” steps are involved — like, when you do pique arabesque – glissade – assemblé, there’s an implied failli between the first two elements.   If I just think of the movements, I can see that, but if I hear the verbal instructions, I tend to be too literal, and I’ll try to leave out the failli, at which point hilarity ensues.

I’m really good at retaining movement sequences (possibly because operating in space, rather than in language, is essentially my “native mode”), which is great when I’ve got them right and terrible when I’ve got them wrong.  Also makes me hesitant to practice certain combinations at home.

I guess this means that, given enough training, I’ll either make a fantastic repetiteur or a terrible one, depending on whether I figure out a strategy to work out the kinks.

So there you have it.   It’s interesting to discover how working on a choreography project can help illuminate one’s own strengths and weaknesses in terms of picking up choreography.

Huzzah!

First full draft of choreography is written down with timings (but not counts yet; going to have to work that out tomorrow).

It feels good to be unstuck!

Danseur Ignoble: Choreography Again, Again

It’s weird how you can be in the middle of something else entirely and find that your brain has been patiently working on an unrelated problem.

In the middle of reading a book (An actual, physical book, you guys! Can you believe it?!!!11!1one), I suddenly figured out how to resolve the most enormous problem with the choreography for “Shadowlands.”

Initially, I envisioned it with a chair at one end of the stage; a mirror at the other. Both play critical roles in the dance itself; in the story, as it were, that the dance is telling.

Unfortunately, that creates a situation in which the dancer basically wanders back and forth along one straight line between them, which looks boring (which I realized while watching Denis’ video). Instead of being a dance about anguish, grief, internal conflict, or what have you, it appears to be an addle-pated person in tights staggering back and forth incomprehensibly between a chair and a mirror and occasionally jumping for no apparent reason.

Oh, and alternately wrestling with and folding a bathrobe. Seriously, I need to learn how to work the straightening-out of that particular prop into the dance, because there’s this horrible moment in Denis’ video in which I stand on a chair, stare into space, and fold a freaking bathrobe for like 20 seconds, which feels like an hour.  Booooooooooring.

I suppose that could work if I were trying to make a dance about the way I felt the last time I had a concussion, or about trying to get ready for bed after the last time I went to a bar with Denis and Kelly … but I’m not.

There are two easy ways to solve this problem:
1. Simply add a mark at the back of the stage; the dance can then begin halfway between mirror and chair and use diagonal lines between the two. The advantage, here, is that no further set pieces are needed (and, thus, no schlepping or setup of additional set-pieces).

2. Add a third set-piece. The piece as I choreographed it assumed a proscenium with wings into which the dancer walks at the end; the performance space in question doesn’t have wings, so it doesn’t quite work as it should. I could add a third set-piece — specifically a door — and neatly kill two birds with one stone.  One, the triangular structure of the stage would then be formally defined; two, the lack of wings would no longer be an issue.

For what it’s worth, I envisioned this dance, originally, with a door (or, well, I came up with that idea after I gave up on leaping offstage from the top of the chair; that seems a little melodramatic and like a good way to really break a leg). I didn’t have time to work out the logistics before the audition of building or borrowing such a set-piece, though, and I forgot all about it.

Personally, I’m leaning towards the door, simply because of the lack of wings.

Of course, all this assumes that my piece is selected for this performance.   If it isn’t, though, it still makes sense to hone it with the assumption that there might not be any wings wherever it someday sees the light of day.