My social calendar is currently under the control of one Mr. Andrew Carey Nairn. At least it feels that way. He very kindly invited me out to another interesting event that I want to write about (the first being David Gray) His girlfriend, Bindu, had a friend dancing in a group in Soho and knowing my interest extended an invite. It was a very interesting evening.
First: the venue. It was through a normal apartment building front door, up a stairs and into what could have once been someone's apartment. Though now it had a temporary rubber floor, a white-washed back wall with lights and many sofas and other seating arranged around it. I'd say it sat about 45 people squished in altogether. There were 4 pieces. Bindu's friend, Lisa, was performing in the last.
As the first started, the lights dimmed and the music began. There was a single female dancer dressed in a slashed top and black tights. It was ... abstract to say the least. There was lots of walking around looking depressed and throwing of arms around which really didn't seem to have anything to do with the music at all. I was perplexed. The next piece was again a single female performer. This girl dispensed with music for most of her performance, content to move from one contorted position to another very very slowly. After I recovered from my inital shock of how unbelievably underweight this girl was I must admit I got a little bored. It must have last 25-30 minutes and there really wasn't all that much going on. After a little break the third dancer came on stage. In order to explain this piece I have to draw on anyone who has ever attended an adult dance class. You know the way there always seems to be just one guy. He's very skinny and a terrible dancer but you have to admire his courage. Well somewhere along this guy's career someone admired his courage too much and told him he should perform. He shouldn't have.
Finally the last piece started. There were 3 girls and you'll be very glad to hear they were fantastic!! The piece was a parody of every girlish performance you've ever seen or danced in. They made mistakes, they trembled, they fell; all the time dancing in earnest. I laughed so hard recognising performances from my own history. The best comedy is when you can picture yourself in the situation the comedians are poking fun at. What a save!
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