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Andonis Foniadakis' GLORY @ The Joyce

Sunday March 30th, 2014 - I like to think of myself as the first person in Gotham to have 'discovered' Andonis Foniadakis. The Greek choreographer brought his solo setting of THE RITE OF SPRING to Joyce SoHo in 2008; I was invited to the dress rehearsal and I went, not knowing what to expect. It was a thrilling experience, made even more memorable by the incredible dancing of Joanna Toumpakari. I was so blown away by this RITE that I immediately arranged to see it again the following evening.

In May 2013 Andonis created HORIZONS for Cedar Lake Contemporary Ballet, and earlier this month his simply gorgeous ECHO was by premiered by The Martha Graham Dance Company.  And now Ballet du Grand Théâtre de Genève have brought Andonis' GLORY, created on them in 2012, to The Joyce. I was only able to attend today's final performance of the run; I wished now that I'd planned to see it more than once.

Take a look at GLORY here.

The first thing I love about GLORY is the music: Andonis starts with a selection of vocal and instrumental works by George Frideric Handel which Julian Tarride has woven into a tapestry of sound incorporating strains of contemporary vocalism, fleeting rhythmic gestures, and the occasional sonic thunderclap. The only slight miscalculation is the use of the Hallelujah Chorus which - in my view - is too familiar to be included; there are dozens of celebratory choral works in the Handel catalog and I would have chosen something rarer. Nonetheless, between Handel and Tarride, the dancers can take wing in this hour-long work which flows on endless waves of lyrical, expansive movement.

The lighting (Mikki Kunttu) plays a major role in the visual appeal of GLORY: shafts of light radate thru the dancing area in ever-shifting patterns, creating chiaroscuro effects, variously illuminating the dancers from all sides and evoking the sunlight pouring into the dark caverns of antique cathedrals. Costume designer Tassos Sofroniou has clad the dancers like dark angels at first; later brilliant ruby red gowns will bring a satanic touch to the proceedings. The dancers change costumes often, some taking on pale yellow and lighter hues, and at one point the men appear in dance-belts like living statuary as they manipulate a single woman in complex lifts. 

Andonis has structured GLORY in such a way that there seems to be more than the twenty listed dancers onstage. They come and go in various movement units and from time to time simply march forward, having descended the two steps a the back of the stage, like oncoming armies. At times they arrange themselves in mirror-image Rorschach-patterns. The Geneva dancers are remarkably flexible and strong, their energy level seeming to soar as this physically demanding work progressed: the ballet is a non-stop panorama of movement.

Graham-like rituals alternate with knotted clusters of bodies, and visual polyphony plays a key role: there are usually several things happening at once. Along the way, solos or pas de deux bring individual dancers into focus. In the ballet's most striking passage, a woman appears in a long cape of black parachute silk which is manipulated by the black-clad men using metal rods (photo at the top).

Although at times there was a sense of repetitiveness in the choreography and a feeling that the work was perhaps a bit too long for optimum effect, the overall beauty and the combined theatrical power of the dancers, the choreography, the music and visual representation made for a very pleasing afternoon.

Vivier & Bruckner @ The NY Philharmonic

Above: conductor Manfred Honeck, photographed by Felix Broede

Saturday March 29, 2014 - Tonight at The New York Philharmonic, Claude Vivier's ORION and Anton Bruckner's Symphony #9 were played without intermission.  Manfred Honeck, music director of the Pittsburgh Symphony Orchestra, was on the podium; Maestro Honeck was replacing the originally-announced Gustavo Dudamel, who withdrew from these concerts due to illness.

Claude Vivier, the Canadian composer of ORION, was murdered in 1983, having had a macabre premonition of his own death. This from the program notes:

"When Claude Vivier was fatally stabbed in his apartment on the night of March 8, 1983, an unfinished manuscript for a choral work lay on his worktable: Crois-tu en l'immortalité de l'âme? (Do You Believe in the Immortality of the Soul?), which, according to The Guardian, is a dramatized monologue in which the composer describes a journey on the Metro during which he becomes attracted to a young man. The music breaks off abruptly after the line: 'Then he removed a dagger from his jacket and stabbed me through the heart.' "

ORION, dating from 1979, drew inspiration from the composer's journey from Asia to the Middle East in 1976, where he absorbed the sounds of the cultures thru which he passed. This dense and fantastical work, so sumptuously played by the Philharmonic, ranges from thunderous proclamations to arching melodic forays; gongs evoke distant temples and - truly unique - there are two vocal interjections (performed by a percussionist) which might be the cries of a muezzin or the calls of the starry hunter for whom the piece was named. As Vivier concluded his original program note for ORION: “Go and find out for yourself!”

Vivier's untimely and violent death finds a link - and a counter-poise - in the Bruckner 9th, the unfinished symphony on which Bruckner was at work on the day he died. He is said to have spent the morning at his Bösendorfer, going over sketches for the symphony's finale. After taking a walk, he had a cup of tea and then took a nap from which he never awoke. What a nice, peaceful way to take leave...the very opposite of Vivier's violent fate.

"It will be my last symphony,” Bruckner had told a guest earlier in the creative process. At the time of his death, three movements were complete, and Bruckner had been working on the finale for months, leaving a large accumulation of sketches and thematic fragments. It's a grand and glorious work, even without a 'proper' ending.

The fervor of Bruckner’s religiosity is apparent from the start of the 9th symphony: both solemn and uplifting, the music ranges from broad statements to intimate vignettes - especially from the wind instruments; a passage of pizzicato strings one moment will give way to burnished, expansive themes the next. Climaxes build and evaporate, and chorale-like passages take on a spiritual glow.

Over the course of the three movements, we will sometimes be reminded of such disparate composers as Wagner and Mendelssohn. The symphony as it stands ends on a note of serenity, leaving us to wonder what might have been if Bruckner had lived to complete a fourth movement.

It goes without saying that the Philharmonic artists gave a performance of remarkably mellow beauty and rhythmic clarity; Maestro Honeck - tall and somewhat formal in demeanor - became wonderfully involved in the music; his conducting style is both passionate and animated, and devoid of melodrama. The audience saluted him with great warmth as he was called out for extra bows to a standing ovation. Let's hope he'll be back on the Avery Fisher podium soon.

Matthew Westerby's SWAN LAKE FANTASY

Above: Gierre Godley and Kristin Licata in SWAN LAKE FANTASY; photo by Dylan Baker

Friday March 28, 2014 - Matthew Westerby's SWAN LAKE FANTASY was premiered tonight at the Hudson Guild Theater. In addition, two recent works choreographed by Matthew Westerby were performed.

LIFELINE is an ensemble work danced to music of Lusine ICL and Jonsi & Alex. An air of mystery pervades the space: moveable spotlights surround the dance floor and are variously pushed about by the dancers to illuminate their colleagues. A solo commencing in silence is danced by Kayla Farrish; as the music seeps into our consciousness, she is joined by Dylan Baker and Gierre Godley. This evolves to a duet for Kayla and Gierre; Gierre's fluent movement and emotional investment made a hypnotic impression all evening. The other women - Dina-Verley Christophe, Nicole Kadar, Alessandra Larson and Kristin Licata - appear in quiet rites: their blue frocks have a somewhat Isadora Duncan/Grecian tunic look. There's a lyrical duet passage for Alessandra and Gierre - two dancers I particularly admire - and the community join together as a hymn-like theme rises up. The piece ends as it began, with Kayla alone in the fading light.

DUET X, with music by Ben Frost and Daniel Bjarnason, is handsomely danced by Dylan Baker and Matthew Westerby. These two slender boys are onstage as the spotlights - now focused on high - begin to glow and a gentle fog fills the air. To a misterioso opening theme, they advance towards us, moving in sync with stylized, winged gestures but without physical contact. They dance in tandem or echo one another's moves. Repeating the opening synchronized phrase, they again advance but now Matthew places his hand on Dylan's shoulder. A sense of intimacy and trust develops as they fall back onto one another, but this becomes something of a conflict as Matthew tends to manipulate Dylan. They back off in a state of seeming rejection, but the duet ends tenderly with Matthew cradling Dylan in his arms.

During the intermission, pianist Matei Vargas warmed up onstage for the SWAN LAKE FANTASY. Composer Matt Van Brink had this to say about his vision of the Tchaikovsky score:  "Making an arrangement of a great piece of music means breaking it apart, inspecting the pieces and from them creating something new again...in the piano world, there is already a unique genre of "arrangement": the transcription, a flexible term ranging from faithful adaptations to fantastic interpolations. I enjoy solving musical puzzles, so when Matei Varga approached me to create this work for him, I liked the idea of not only making the arrangement, but doing it in such a way that it fits into the canon of piano transcriptions...by presenting the themes and dances in a new, perhaps surprising order, an entirely new story emerges out of the old one."

Matthew Westerby's SWAN LAKE FANTASY is just that: a fantasy. There's no literal re-telling of the story, nor are the roles specifically assigned to individual dancers. In his opening solo - beautifully expressed to the music of the White Swan adagio - the black-clad Matthew might be Odette or he might be the Prince. Dina-Verley Christophe, dancing in a pre-maternal state of grace, assumes the classic floor pose of the Swan Queen as Dylan Baker hovers about her, re-arranging her limbs, shoulders and neck into variations on an iconic theme. The four cygnets - all in black - appear but contrary to expectations they do not dance in linked formations but rather they move freely about the space. We hear themes from the Russian and Hungarian dances as Gierre Godley gives us some expansive moves. The swans and the would-be-brides meet in a confuson of music and movement; a male pas de trois celebrates while the swans kneel en reverence to the pianist.

Suddenly a jazz-inflected passage interferes; the dancers then pair off for a promenade as the music turns grandiose. Alessandra and Gierre dance together and then the Rothbart theme is heard for a pas de six transporting us at last to the final lakeside setting where Alessandra Larson evokes Odette's despair in a lyrical solo. The ensemble rush in and go thru a series of big lifts before turning upstage to greet the dawn with a final ecstatic salute.

This rush of music and movement may sound a bit random as I've described it, but thanks to the persuasive dancing and to Mr. Varga's effortless dexterity at the keyboard, this fantasy took on a dreamlike quality. And in dreams, anything can happen.

Max Bruch's MOSES @ Carnegie Hall

Thursday March 27th, 2014 - The American Symphony Orchestra and The Collegiate Chorale joined forces for a presentation of Max Bruch's 1895 oratorio MOSES at Carnegie Hall tonight.

Oratorios - basically operas without sets, costumes and with little or no dramatic inter-action between participants - became extremely popular in early 17th-century Italy; opera-lovers embraced the genre because of the Catholic Church's prohibition of spectacles during Lent. Oratorio reached its apex during the time of Handel. In the late 19th century, Bruch was one of a handful of composers to continue working in this field and though it now seems a bit passé, oratorio remained viable throughout the 20th century, with works by such diverse composers as Stravinsky, Honegger, Penderecki, Golijov, and Sir Paul McCartney coming to fruition. In the 21st century, to date, Einhorn and Satoh have written oratorios.

Bruch's MOSES seems in part to have been written - with the encouragement of Johannes Brahms - as a rallying cry against the flood-tide of Wagnerism. Although Wagner had been dead for twelve years (and thus the music of the future was already in the past) when MOSES had its premiere (in 1895), music was already veering off in exciting new directions. To put Bruch's work in a bit of context, Mahler's 2nd symphony also premiered in 1895, and Claude Debussy had already written L'après-midi d'un faune (1894) and was at work on PELLEAS ET MELISANDE.

That oratorio still appeals to audiences today was testified by the large, attentive and enthusiastic crowd at Carnegie Hall tonight. Bruch's 'conservative' music shone beautifully in a finely-paced performance led by Leon Botstein. The American Symphony Orchestra and Collegiate Chorale lovingly embraced the work, and the three vocal soloists seized on the many opportunities for expressive singing which Bruch provided for them.

Bruch draws upon four chronological events from the life of Moses to form the four parts of the oratorio. In the first, Moses is seen as the spiritual leader of his people receiving the Ten Commandments (which are nowadays considered the Ten Suggestions) on Mount Sinai. The second part revolves around the worship of the golden calf by Aaron, with the angry Moses lashing out at his brother and his renegade people.

Following an intermission, we have the particularly impressive 'Return of the Scouts from Canaan' where the chorus and the male soloists did some truly impressive work. In the final part, commencing with a long funereal address by the Angel of the Lord, we witness the death of Moses who, having brought his people to the Promised Land, gives a final blessing to his followers; the oratorio ends with a choral lament.

There are three soloists: Moses (bass-baritone), Aaron (tenor), and the Angel of the Lord (soprano). The libretto (in German, natürlich) is a mixture of paraphrase from the Old Testament and quotations from the Psalms. The chorus, in the role of the people of Israel, hold forth in much the same style developed in Mendelssohn’s great oratorio ELIJAH. The organ plays a prominent role, both as a solo instrument for recitatives or woven into the orchestral tapestry. The overall effect is rich, soul-stirring, and falls ever-so-pleasantly on the ear.

Sidney Outlaw as Moses sang with dignity and increasing emotional power as the evening progressed; his baritone voice was able to successfully encompass the music which spans a wide range, including some resonant low notes. As the Angel of the Lord, soprano Tamara Wilson's strong, vibrant soprano proved also capable of some shining piano notes in the upper range. She was especially moving in the solo which opens the oratorio's final movement where she tells Moses of his impending death. Ms. Wilson's performance made me think she might be a wonderful Ariadne in the Strauss opera.

Tenor Kirk Dougherty made a particularly appealing vocal impression as Aaron; his voice is clear, warm and steady, filling the hall with expressive lyricism. He is able to generate considerable power without forcing and to develop a nice ping to the tone as the music rises higher. His big aria ("I go to the gates of Hell") in the oratorio's third part was the vocal highlight of the evening; as the text turns to pleading with Moses for forgiveness, Mr. Dougherty found a wonderful melancholy colour in his tonal palette, making me think what a very fine Lenski he might be. The aria even has a little 'cabaletta' which the tenor dispatched with élan.

Overall this was a very impressive evening: an opportunity to experience a rare work from out of the pages of musical history and to find its heart still beating and its drama still meaningful. In one ironic touch, despite the alleged 'antidote-to-Wagner' intent of the composer, I unmistakably heard a glimmer of a theme from - of all things - the Venusberg music from TANNHAUSER...twice. This little ambiguity somehow gave me a secret smile.

Paul Taylor Dance Company/Lincoln Center 2014 #3

Wednesday March 26, 2014 - With America going to pot, Paul Taylor's A FIELD OF GRASS was a particularly timely opening work on tonight's programme as the venerable choreographer's troupe of outstanding dancers neared the end of their three-week season at Lincoln Center. To the gently joyous and sometimes ironic songs of Harry Nilsson, the dancers evoked the joys of getting high.

Robert Kleinendorst's opening solo has an innocent air, a toke or two getting him there as he savors a summer afternoon. He's joined by others from the commune, everyone relaxed and ever-so-slightly paranoid. There's a blissful, light-stepping duet for Robert and the sensational Michelle Fleet, and Aileen Roehl is simply groovy in a featured role. Eran Bugge, Christina Lynch Markham, Sean Mahoney and Francisco Graciano bend, sway and celebrate under the influence; all that's missing is the obligatory trip to the grocery store.

In a violent mood swing, the second work tonight was Taylor's 2005 ballet BANQUET OF VULTURES set to Morton Feldman's eerie Oboe and Orchestra. A quote from 19th-cenutry Scottish poet John Davidson’s 'War Poem' heralds the encompassing darkness of this work:  “And blood in torrents pour In vain--Always in vain, For war breeds war again!”

The curtain opens on a shadowy stage, with an ensemble of camouflage-clad dancers writhing in candlelight. The dancers' moves suggest the hopeless stupor of those long held in tortured captivity; awakened to another day of terrorized despair, they begin to rush about in furtive panic, seeking routes of escape.

Michael Trusnovec, a malevolent power-figure in a dark suit and red tie, emerges from the gloom; with a reptilian slither in his walk and an emphatic stamping of his heels, this sadistic jailer strikes fear in the huddled captives. Seizing upon his prey, Jamie Rae Walker, Michael systematically breaks her down, with a brutal act of rape before he stabs her and drags her body away to be discarded.

The narrative is destined to be endlessly repeated: a new master of war, Robert Kleinendorst, now appears and dances a spastic solo, flinging himself to the floor in paroxyms of rage before he approaches the prisoners, instilling them with visions of a fresh hell. 

The communicative powers of Ms. Walker and Mssers. Trusnovec and Kleinendorst were at full sail in this powerful work which evokes the now largely-forgotten bastions of cruelty - Guantanamo and Abu Ghraib - and the unfettered vanity of George W Bush and his war-mongering administration.

I first experienced CLOVEN KINGDOM at Jacob's Pillow not long after its creation; Paul Taylor's works were my first exposure to modern dance and CLOVEN KINGDOM struck me an an especial favorite and it remains so to this day, after many viewings. 

Meshing music by Arcangelo Corelli, Henry Cowell and Malloy Miller, Paul Taylor develops this visually stunning ballet against a sound collage that combines the elegant formality of the Baroque with sensuous back-beats and jungular vibrations. Treading along the fault lines between the civilized and the savage, the quartet of men in tuxedos - Michael Trusnovec, Michael Apuzzo, Michael Novak and George Smallwood - move with a kind of predatory elegance. The women wear sweeping gowns in attractive hues and later some of them add mirrored heardresses, casting jewel-like refractions of light about the stage and into the theatre. Urgently lyrical swirls, stylized gestures, and witty pairings decorate the evolving choreography for the female ensemble: Michelle Fleet, Eran Bugge, Laura Halzack, Jamie Rae Walker, Aileen Roehl, Heather McGinley, Christina Lynch Markham and Kristi Tornga. In one of those inimitable Taylor touches, Ms. Roehl - in lime green - periodically crosses the stage in a leaping diagonal: a woman with a mission...though we have no idea what impels her quest. Brilliant!

As this was my last Taylor performance of the current season, I want to express my sincere appreciation to the marvelous Taylor dancers - with roses for the newcomers Ms. Markham and Ms. Tornga for their excellent work - and a note of thanks to the Company's Lisa Labrado, who is always so helpful. And then, of course, there's the Great Man himself.

For Today

ANDREA CHENIER @ The Met

Above: the poet André Chénier

Monday March 24th, 2014 - Seeing the vast numbers of empty seats at The Met's season premiere of ANDREA CHENIER tonight was disheartening. In my view, The Met has been in saturation mode since Gelb took over; there is just too much Met opera available in movie theaters and via Sirius, costing little or nothing to experience.

Add to this the incredible operatic treasures to be found on YouTube these days - hundreds of complete operas from all over the globe and thousands of samples of great singers from all eras since the dawn of recording - to say nothing of CDs and DVDs, and it's no wonder people are content to avoid paying Met prices and making an effort to get to the opera house.

But of course getting your opera via a cinema or the Internet or other reproduction removes the key element of what makes live opera so thrilling: the sound of unamplified voices being projected into the vast, darkened space of the opera house. Once you compromise that, opera's magic is diluted. Yes, it's lovely for people who live in East Nowhere to be able to go to an HD performance, but it's nothing like being in the opera house. 

And the once-sacred twenty Saturday matinee radio broadcasts per season have been expanded to three or four times that many performances available thru Sirius all week, every season, many of them available free via live-stream. The old Texaco broadcasts - back in the heyday of Sutherland, Nilsson, Corelli and Tucker - would make people want to go to The Met; those broadcasts hooked thousands of people on opera for life. By their very rarity they were an enticement. Now, with so many broadcasts,  often featuring less-than-fabulous singing, the lure to actually go to The Met is less powerful.

But, to the matter at hand: tonight's CHENIER featured basically lyric voices - those of Patricia Racette and Marcelo Alvarez - in the main roles. Thus one would need a very considerate conductor to assure a successful performance; Gianandrea Noseda seemed to heedlessly swamp the two singers at the climaxes, forcing them to force. Mr. Alvarez emerged from this more successfully than his soprano colleague.

In fact it was because of Ms. Racette that I nearly wrote off seeing CHENIER this season. She used to be one of my favorite sopranos: her Emmeline, Ellen Orford, Mimi and Violetta were all spectacular, and I liked her first foray into heavier territory - Elisabetta in DON CARLO - very much. Then she just seemed to go off, singing everything everywhere. The voice took on a wobbly quality, the vibrato becoming over-prominent and flatness creeping in. But when I heard her in a concert performance of Dallapiccola's IL PRIGIONIERO in June 2013, I was quite taken with her way of handling verismo-style parlando so I thought she might be good in much of Maddalena's music. And she was, up to a point.

Racette's first act tonight was lovely, she sounded youthful and vibrant. But then as the role progresses, spinto power is needed and when Racette turns to pressuring her voice, things go sour. Her 'Eravate Possente!' in Act II was finely rendered, and Mr. Alvarez replied with a honeyed 'Ora soave'; but as the duet surged to its climax, Racette sounded strident above F and the duet's final note was painful. Striving for vocal drama in Act III, Racette tried to beef up her chest voice. In the opening narrative of 'La mamma morta' she was really pushing things; as the line went higher, she sounded stressed and the climactic high-note was pretty painful. In the opera's great concluding duet, both Racette and Alvarez were tested by the orchestra's enthusiastic volume (where is Joseph Colaneri when we need him?). Racette's tone was spreading as she pushed on, ending the opera on a desperate, flattish top B. Why she wanted to sing this role at this point in her career is a puzzlement; she simply put more wear and tear on an already weary voice.

No one expected ringing top notes a la Corelli or Tucker from Mr. Alvarez, but the Argentine tenor would surely have had a better time of it with a more simpatico conductor. Alvarez's voice is clear and warm, and he introduced many poetic effects into the music, magically at 'O giovinetta bella' in the Improviso,  at 'Tu sarai poeta' and 'Io non ho amato ancor' and throughout the 'Ora soave' duet in Act II. His farewell to life, 'Come un bel di di maggio' in the final scene, was the tenor's finest work of the evening. Overall, it was a thoughtful, passionate traversal of the role, un-aided by his conductor.

Zeljko Lucic as Gerard had nothing to fear from the waves of sound rising from the pit: the louder the orchestra played, the louder Lucic sang. It's such a big, bold, authentic sound and I always want to love him, but enjoyment of his singing is compromised by his tendency to go flat. Thus it was an uneven and often maddening experience to hear him in this role that basically suits him very well. After some pitch straying in 'Nemico della patria', Lucic rose to a marvelous climax to the aria, and his narrative which follows where he tells Maddalena of his secret passion for her was superb. He won the evening's loudest cheers at curtain call. If only...

Of the many smaller roles in this opera, Margaret Lattimore stood out for her strong and melodious vocalism as the Countess de Coigny: expressive singing and a juicy chest voice. Tony Stevenson really sang L'Incredibile, and John Moore (Fleville), Dennis Petersen (Abbe), Jennifer Johnson Cano (Bersi), Robert Pomakov (Mathieu) and Dwayne Croft (Roucher) all fared well. Veterans James Courtney and Jeffrey Wells presided at the Tribunal wth chilling effect. In her Met debut, Olesya Petrova opened her Act III scene - so touching - with a sustained and beautifully tapered final note of the line 'Son la vecchia Madelon' and later she took a very fine soft top-G, as marked dolce in the score, at 'Puo combattere e morire'. She deserved a round of applause - and bravas - but didn't get it.

CHENIER is a short opera, dragged long by two extended intermissions that drained the life out of it. In an odd moment, the applause after Act III had totally stopped and people were heading out when the bow lights came on and the singers trooped out for obligatory bows. It was just a little embarrassing. 

Metropolitan Opera House
March 24, 2014

ANDREA CHÉNIER
Umberto Giordano

Andrea Chénier..........Marcelo Álvarez
Maddalena...............Patricia Racette
Carlo Gérard............Zeljko Lucic
Bersi...................Jennifer Johnson Cano
Countess di Coigny......Margaret Lattimore
Abbé....................Dennis Petersen
Fléville................John Moore
L'Incredibile...........Tony Stevenson
Roucher.................Dwayne Croft
Mathieu.................Robert Pomakov
Madelon.................Olesya Petrova [Debut]
Dumas...................James Courtney
Fouquier Tinville.......Jeffrey Wells
Schmidt.................David Crawford
Major-domo..............Kyle Pfortmiller

Conductor...............Gianandrea Noseda

Above: a plaque at the Cimetière de Picpus honors the poet André Chénier

Deborah Wingert/Lydia Johnson Dance Salon

Above: Deborah Wingert

Sunday March 23, 2014 - Friends - long-time and new - of Lydia Johnson Dance gathered at Manhattan Movement and Arts Center this afternoon for a salon/studio presentation of Lydia's latest work-in-progress, set to the Mozart Fantasy in C-minor, K. 475. Wearing one of her many hats, the extraordinary Deborah Wingert - teacher, choreographer, stager for the Balanchine Trust, and ballet mistress for Lydia Johnson Dance - gave a pre-salon class, demonstrated her inspirational coaching abilities, and spoke of her life as a dancer whose career took wing with Balanchine's blessing.

First, a class. The dancers of Lydia's company come from varied backgrounds. Deborah, who teaches Company class weekly for LJD, has been imbuing a feeling of stylistic unity in the dancers. Lydia's choreographic vision is an unusual fusion of ballet and contemporary; Deborah's class work places an emphasis on ballet while at the same time encouraging the individuality of expression of each dancer. It seems like a paradox, but it's happening.

The Mozart-in-progress opens with a lyrical solo danced by Katie Martin; throughout this work, Lydia provides each of her dancers with prominent passages allowing their singular qualities to shine thru.

One extended segment is a duet for Sarah Pon and Anthony Bocconi (above), dancing in a realm of tenderness and trust.

A duet for Blake Hennessy-York and Chazz Fenner-McBride (above), which the boys have just started working on, was coached by Deborah and in the span of a few moments took on a more vivid quality, having made slight adjustments in placement and support. Chazz, the newest dancer in Lydia's company, brings the same sincerity to his dancing here that made his performances in Robin Becker's INTO SUNLIGHT so meaningful.

Kerry Shea, Laura DiOrio, Lisa Borres and Min Kim along with Katie and Sarah create beautiful shapes and a sense of quiet urgency as they come and go with dream-like unpredictability - all of this to Mozart's peerless melodies.

LJD's Steve Cramer interviewed Deborah (above); she spoke of the affinity that has developed between Lydia Johnson and herself, and of their shared belief in the communicative power of music. Deborah further regaled us with stories of working for Mr. B, sharing anecdotes which were moving and witty by turns.

As a savory 'dessert', Kerry Shea and Eric Williams (above) performed a duet from Lydia's ballet NIGHT OF THE FLYING HORSES, to a score by Osvaldo Golijov. My friend Lisette Oropesa and I shared a secret smile as the haunting melody of "Je crois entendre encore" from Bizet's PECHEURS DES PERLES suddenly materializes in a Golijovian incarnation. I was so glad to have my friends Lisette, Steven and Joe at the studio today; this was Lisette's first opportunity to witness dance at close range, and I think it really moved her, especially since her beloved Mozart was an integral element of the afternoon.

The new Mozart, along with the Golijov and Lydia's ravishing Schubert ballet NIGHT AND DREAMS, will all be part of her upcoming season at Ailey Citigroup in June; details will be forthcoming.

Martha Graham @ City Center 2014 #2

Above: Katherine Crockett, photo by Matthew Murphy

Friday March 21st, 2014 - Gods and goddesses never leave us, but they do sometimes move from one sphere to another, the better to bring light to the entire universe. Tonight at City Center I watched two of the great Graham dancers of our day - Katherine Crockett and Maurizio Nardi - in their final performances as members of the Martha Graham Dance Company. (Maurizio actually bids farewell on Saturday evening, but I am unable to be there). Both of them - I hope - will come back as guests in future Graham seasons; or perhaps we will see them in different contexts in the months ahead.

This evening's performance was brilliant in every regard: the Company danced to perfection and the two contrasting Graham works framed an Andonis Foniadakis creation to which the word 'gorgeous' can be most aptly applied.

Ms. Crockett, as Clytemnestra in a one-act distillation of the 1958 Graham classic, was beyond the beyond. To be tall, shapely of limb, and fair of face is all well and good, and to put these gifts at the service of art and music with such total conviction is Katherine Crockett's great achievement. Her performance was so clear of focus and so striking in every step and gesture and expression that it seemed impossible that we might be seeing her in this role for the last time. Katherine has always seemed to me to be the incarnation of an ancient goddess, alive and speaking to us today of the luminous vitality of the feminine spirit. As the audience and her fellow dancers hailed her with flowers and waves of applause at her curtain calls, she seemed to have attained iconic status. And yet, we were to see her again in a subtle encore, wafting across the stage in an angelic white gown in MAPLE LEAF RAG, the evening's closing work.

CLYTEMNESTRA, to a musical score by Halim El Dahm with sets by Isamu Noguchi and costumes by Ms. Graham and Helen McGehee, affords many solo-character opportunities for the Graham dancers and so we are able to bask in the power and poetry of the individual personalities in this fascinating Company.  Starting at curtain-rise, Lloyd Knight as the Messenger of Death set the tone for the whole work with his natural armor of musculature set off in a flowing royal-purple skirt. Martha Graham unabashedly admired the male form, and a veritable parade of masculine marvels strode before us: Ben Schultz as the towering King Hades - armed and epically dangerous - and Abdiel Jacobsen with a handsome mixture of vulnerability and resolve as Orestes (Abdiel is having quite a season!); Maurizio Nardi's drunken lout of an Agisthes was personified by his slender strength and Hollywood cheekbones, and Lorenzo Pagano - already a valuable asset to the Company - gave a powerful rendering of the Night Watchman's solo. As the hapless Agamemnon, Tadej Brdnik was perfect - and, after his character's death, Tadej reappears in high platform shoes and the ballet becomes a ghost story.

The women are equally superb, with the calculating urgency of Electra brought vividly to life by that impeccable Graham priestess, Blakeley White-McGuire. Natasha Diamond Walker (Helen of Troy), Mariya Dashkina Maddux (Iphigenia), PeiJu Chien-Pott (Cassandra) and Xiaochuan Xie (Athena) were distinctive as these mythic females, and the blessed assurance of their dancing and of their commitment augur well for the future of the Company.

Above: rehearsal image from Andonis Foniadakis' ECHO, photo by Christopher Jones

In their quest to bring new choreography into the Graham repertoire, the Company have struck gold with Andonis Foniadakis' ECHO. Drawing inspiration from the ancient tale of Narcissus and Echo, this work fits like a glove into the Company's scheme of things, where myth, magic and mystery are their daily bread.

Andonis, who in 2008 brought his mind-blowing solo version of RITE OF SPRING - danced by the divine Joanna Toumpakari - to Joyce SoHo, is now becoming more widely known here in Gotham (his ballet GLORY will be seen the The Joyce this coming week, performed by Ballet du Grand Theatre Geneve...details here). 

ECHO opens in silence in a foggy landscape with a shallow circular pool. It is here that the beautiful Narcissus is held captive by his own reflection. Andonis uses two of the Graham company's handsomest men to personify the self-obsessed youth: Lloyd Mayor and Lorenzo Pagano. They are clad in long sheer skirts and the theme of self-infatuation is embodied in their constant embracing and intimate partnering. They are all but inseparable.

As the rapture of Julien Tarride's musical score takes wing, we meet the lovely and lonely Echo, danced with flowing grace by PeiJu Chien-Pott - a dancer who this season has emerged at a stellar level. The dance swirls forward on waves of lyricism, with a time-evoking gamelan theme of particular appeal. Angelic voices from another cosmos permeate the atmosphere as the ensemble of dancers, hair down and skirts drifting as they fly swiftly about the space, come and go from the dark recesses of the stage. Tadej Brdnik, Mariya Dashkina Maddux, Lloyd Knight, Xiaochuan Xie and Ying Xin are all to be savored, and a duet passage for Natasha Diamond Walker and Ben Schultz suggested a partnership to be cultivated.

ECHO rightfully received a sustained ovation, both for the dancers and the choreographer. 

Above: Maurizio Nardi

Having my last look - for now - at Maurizio Nardi in the evening's closing work, MAPLE LEAF RAG; Maurizio was one of the first Graham male dancers to seize my imagination when I began following the Company a few years ago. One of my regrets is never having seen him in the Graham solo LUCIFER which he has danced at galas. Perhaps an opportunity may still come. His immediate future I believe is wrapped up with Key West Modern Dance. I like to imagine him under a palm tree, sipping a cool drink after teaching class. Bon voyage, Maurizio!!

I'd never seen MAPLE LEAF RAG and it is, in a word, adorable. Adorable in two ways really: first for its wit and sparkle and second for its gentle pandering to admirers of the male physique: all the Graham hunks spend the whole ballet shirtless, in tights.

The stage is dominated by what appears to be a fusion between a ballet barre and a balance beam. The dancers will use this in myriad ways during the ballet. All wearing pastels, the eighteen dancers romp about the space to Scott Joplin tunes. Ying Xin and Lloyd Knight, in canary-yellow, are birds of a feather in their quirky, animated pas de deux. Periodically Katherine Crockett wafts across the stage, a tongue-in-cheek representation of Graham spoofing herself. Stylized Graham movement takes on a charming vibrancy here and the piece, just long enough to dazzle us without wearing out its welcome, is a great way to end the evening.

During the curtain calls, Tadej Brdnik came striding out in his Agamemnon platforms and stopped the applause to ask that we donate to Dancers Responding to AIDS on our way out. I would do anything Tadej asked of me, and so I gave them - literally - my last dollar.

So, a vastly pleasing evening in every regard with my lovely companion Roberto Villanueva, and so nice to run into Ian Spencer Bell. My thanks to Janet Eilber, Denise Vale, Andonis Foniadakis, Janet Stapleton, and all of the Graham dancers, and a champagne toast to Katherine and Maurizio. And a million roses for Martha.

Martha Graham @ City Center 2014

Above: Xiaochuan Xie and Ben Schultz rehearsing Martha Graham's RITE OF SPRING; photo by Nir Arieli.

Thursday March 20th, 2014 - Spring was in the air as Martha Graham Dance Company took the City Center stage tonight in a grand performance; Graham's two (very different) Springtime classics - APPALACHIAN SPRING and RITE OF SPRING - framed the premiere of Nacho Duato's darkly primeval DEPAK INE. The dancing was on such a phenomenal level, with the Company's established and rising stars joining forces to create a vivid ensemble of boundless energy and commitment. And I was so happy to run into my fellow Graham-fan, the incomparable Wendy Whelan.

Whenever Janet Eilber, the Company's Artistic Director, steps forward to welcome us to a Graham event, I always wish that she was dancing. After her brief opening remarks, the curtain rose on a performance of the 70-year-old Graham masterpiece APPALACHIAN SPRING that had all the freshness and vigor of youth. The iconic Noguchi setting - so bare-boned yet so evocative - and the Americana-essence of Aaron Copland's score were inhabited by a stellar cast and the ballet soared yet again.

As the Pioneering Woman, Katherine Crockett's goddess-like stature imparted a strength of heart and soul drawn from the land and an indomitable feminine spirit. Katherine's power of gesture and her royal extension, as well as her resonant stillness as she observes the wedding rituals, create an unforgettable character. Lloyd Knight was likewise on spectacular form as the Preacher; whether standing stock still upon the Rock of Ages or marshalling his joy-filled followers, Lloyd's strength of personality and technical mastery made for a vivid portrayal.

Blakeley White-McGuire as the bride illuminated the character of this young and hopeful woman with a perfect mixture of vulnerability and joy. Dancing with pure clarity, Blakeley's nuanced portrayal - both in action and reaction - was so inspiring. She was joined by the long-limbed Abdiel Jacobsen as the Husbandman in what I believe was a role-debut. Abdiel's beautiful line and fluency of technique were aligned with a far-gazing handsomeness, making for a compleat performance. Towering over his bride, it was clear Abdiel would be Blakeley's pillar of strength thru all the changing years that the couple would face. The poetry of their portrayals brought tears to my eyes.

The world premiere of DEPAK INE, created by Nacho Duato to a score by Arsenije Jovanovic and John Talabot, drew a fervent ovation from the audience. Darkness reigns as the curtain rises, with the prone body of PeiJu Chien-Pott face down on the stage-left floor. She will remain totally still throughout the ballet's opening movement.

Emerging from the shadowed recesses at the rear of the stage, other dancers approach PeiJu. They soon fall into a kozmic dance with many comings-and-goings, and laced with spectacular feats of partnering. Absolutely amazing dancing from Natasha Diamond-Walker, Blakeley White-McGuire, Ying Xin, Abdiel Jacobsen (in a striking long-skirted costume), Lloyd Knight, and Lorenzo Pagano. To deep chant and exotic jungle sounds, these thrilling dancers do inhuman things with their bodies: unstinting power and commitment propel them through physical feats of uncanny speed and dexterity. 

Then PeiJu begins to stir; she rises out of a drugged slumber as three dark-clad men - Tadej Brdnik, Ben Schultz and Lloyd Mayor - loom up out of her nightmare. A staggeringly ominous Rave beat fills the hall with a relentless loudness that threatens to bring the house down, literally. PeiJu, in a fantastical performance, is assulted by the men...ravaged, thrown down, lifted and passed from one to another. At last she returns to her silent sleep; in a repetition of the ballet's opening passage, the other dancers approach her as at the start. At last she is borne away by Abdiel as the curtain falls.

Giving herself over fully to the choreographer's demands, PeiJu Chien-Pott scored a definitive triumph. All of the dancers as well as the choreographer were hailed with a mammouth standing ovation. The work, while impressive and sonically overwhelming, is a bit too long and somewhat predictable: that the woman will rise from her stupor and return to it, and that the ballet will 'start again', and that she'll be carried off...all of this happened as if on cue. For me, it was the mastery of the ballet's ultra-demanding choreography by the dancers that made DEPAK INE worthwhile.

Sadly, the evening's closing RITE OF SPRING was seriously compromised for those sitting around me by the incessant chattering of a small child a few seats away. How inconsiderate of the mother not to take the child out; thus those spell-binding moments of piano/pianissimo which Stravinsky created to offset the forceful sonic assaults of his music were simply ruined.

Nevertheless, this is a Graham masterpiece that thrills us to the core. Graham's marvelous use of stylized movement for the male and female corps, their ritualistic gestures and worshipful kneelings, fill the stage with a sense of structure and the relentless process of a rite from which the victim cannot possibly hope to escape.

Snatched by the Shaman almost at random from the back of one of the acolytes, Xiaochuan Xie is suddenly transformed from a nameless girl to the center of the community's sacrificial dances. Her performance is at once ravishing and disturbing. The lovely and vulnerable Xiaochuan's terror is ignored by the implacable Shaman intent on shedding her blood to appease the unseen gods and guarantee a bountiful harvest. Ben Schultz is simply ideal as the Shaman, his physique symbolic of his god-like stature in the tribe, and his focus on his duty to the gods intense and unwavering. Maurizio Nardi and Tadej Brdnik are the ministers of death, and the entire ensemble dance with tremendous power and inspiration.

In the end, the two great Graham works were what made the evening resonate. The dancing all night was simply thrilling and Martha's double tribute to Spring showed us why her divine gifts still keep giving, some hundred-and-twenty years after her birth. Choreographers come and go, geniuses stay with us forever.