{"id":151,"date":"2008-02-20T17:39:00","date_gmt":"2008-02-21T00:39:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/216.92.226.17\/?p=151"},"modified":"2008-02-20T17:39:00","modified_gmt":"2008-02-21T00:39:00","slug":"nano-ballet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/erinvang.com\/?p=151","title":{"rendered":"Nano-ballet"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Recently we attended the San Francisco Ballet&#8217;s Program 2, which opened with Mozart&#8217;s &#8220;Divertimento 15&#8221; and choreography by Balanchine, continued with Mark Morris&#8217; &#8220;Drink to me only with thine eyes&#8221; on piano etudes by Virgil Thomson, and closed with Stravinsky&#8217;s &#8220;Firebird&#8221; and the original Diaghilev choreography by Possokhov.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m not a dancer, I&#8217;m a musician, and my reaction to the program can be summed up as briefly as: &#8220;I&#8217;m a hopeless modernist.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The Mozart was performed well and the dancing was lovely, but all I got out of it was, &#8220;Oh, look at the pretty dancers. Oh, hear the pretty music. They make it look and sound so pretty and easy. Ho-hum. Zzzzzz.&#8221; Honestly, I think I would have gotten more out of the music if the dancers hadn&#8217;t been there doing their repetitive arm-y fluff-y things every beat. They made pretty shapes, sure, they looked graceful, and for the first movement, it was all very pretty. After that I was bored silly. My dancer mate Victoria loved it. (I&#8217;ve lived with ballet dancers. I&#8217;ve roomed with them at summer camps. I&#8217;ve learned all about toe-tape and how broken dancers are from all the crazy stuff that they have to make look easy and natural. I have tremendous respect for the accomplishment of it all, and then I&#8217;m bored.)<\/p>\n<p>I loved the Morris\/Thomson. The visuals perfectly matched the music and added to it. The dancers embodied what I hear in the music, carving melodies with arms, tracing harmony in the space. Not only did it all match what I as a musician-geek hear in the music, it also created a complementary new, spatial dimension that was <i>right<\/i> and appealing, making the music fresh. This is pretty much always my response to Mark Morris&#8217;s work, and it&#8217;s a sharp contrast to the Balanchine, where I think I&#8217;m probably seeing ballet the way amateurs hear music: the way I used to hear music before I had all this music education: &#8220;oh, look at\/listen to the pretty dancing\/music!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>And then came the Stravinsky\/Possokhov! It suddenly hit me what the problem is&#8211;I&#8217;m a modernist!<br \/>The classical Balanchine stuff bored me silly, the newest stuff was fascinating, and the big shocker from about a hundred years ago seemed perfectly natural to me. Instead of being tempted to riot, as Stravinsky&#8217;s first audiences apparently did, I felt at ease watching the narrative play out. I got it in both large and tiny strokes, from the blocking to the fingers fluttering and the flirty eyelashes. I still saw plenty of tutu-arm-fluffy stuff, but with a backdrop of evocative music that keeps spinning out at least an abstraction of a story. And for this musician, finally seeing the ballet was a revelation. I noticed lots of music that didn&#8217;t make it into the Firebird Suites we always play in orchestral concert presentations, and I&#8217;ve decided that&#8217;s just as well, but I also noticed many passages where familiar music made sense for the first time, seen in its narrative context.<\/p>\n<p>I was puzzled by some details. I&#8217;m not sure where the schoolgirl picnic fits into the story. I&#8217;m not sure why the one character had a train of chiffon coming out her ass; it reminded me of when our black lab eats too much grass and then has the so-called &#8220;Klingon effect&#8221; when she poops.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Recently we attended the San Francisco Ballet&#8217;s Program 2, which opened with Mozart&#8217;s &#8220;Divertimento 15&#8221; and choreography by Balanchine, continued with Mark Morris&#8217; &#8220;Drink to me only with thine eyes&#8221; on piano etudes by Virgil Thomson, and closed with Stravinsky&#8217;s &#8220;Firebird&#8221; and the original Diaghilev choreography by Possokhov. I&#8217;m not a dancer, I&#8217;m a musician, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-151","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ballet"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/erinvang.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/151","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/erinvang.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/erinvang.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/erinvang.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/erinvang.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=151"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/erinvang.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/151\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/erinvang.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=151"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/erinvang.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=151"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/erinvang.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=151"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}