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Coates, Phuon, and their collaborators showed, once again, how dance is more, always more, than just its purported sensuous physicality. Similar is its musical relationship, matching only in atmosphere, though every so often syncing up briefly for a satisfyingly subtle instrumental flourish here and there. Your inventories are going through the roof, are they not? The first being Reminiscence by Chaery Moon. Capture the market and you've got it made. The dramatic end of the premiere, where the lead dancer collapses after dragging herself, one hand reaching out with her phone, flipped silence into laughter. It doesn't take much to keep me going.
And now that Donovan is gone and the effects of the alcohol are wearing off, I can't see what there was to celebrate. He too has been getting his ear chewed— from Peach, from his own sales people, and from the customer. Smoke whirls slowly in the beam of the slide projector. On the Night Plain closed the evening with a quintet of neoclassical ballet dancers dressed in black unitards and a black wraparound skirts, displaying a plethora of lines, batterie and across-the-floor sequences. They're out there renting warehouses to store all the crap they're buying so cost-effectively. I'm trying to match Jonah stride for stride. Incidentally, common sense is not so common and is the highest praise we give to a chain of logical conclusions.
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He stands up and reaches for his coat. Both Emily Coates and Emmanuele Phuon sharing a program at Danspace were conceptually rigorous, engaging, and supported by collaborators with their own impressive backgrounds. If some consultant came in and said, "Employees have to feel good about their work in order to be productive," Peach would try to listen. This was a beautiful tribute as presented through an evocative medium by an impassioned company. Years have gone by since any cars have parked there. To have them is to have hierarchical status, all the while working diligently behind the scenes to maintain the technique, avoiding the landslide of potential injuries that comes with them.
And it may not be here as many years from now. I mean, if I'm moving toward my goal I'm productive and if I'm not, then I'm not productive—so what? While ostensibly senseless and unjust, the equal distribution of such struggle aligns the light more with the great levelers of time and nature, yet nonetheless sensitizes us to manmade structural harms that try to disguise themselves as natural, unavoidable, and futile to oppose. Demp- sey is telling me we've got a problem. He's been production manager here for nine years.