La La La Whoda Thunk revisited

Last night was our next dance at the NAC, and as April 23rd was the almost-ex's 50th birthday I treated him to dinner before the performance.

While we were have our preprandial beverages (I really must write about my choice, Delerium Tremens, some time ... if only for the utterly divine and transcendant flavour and aroma, kick like a mule and the cute pink elephants on the glass it was served in), we talked a bit more about the last performance we saw. The music was extraordninary--clever homages to some of the most famous ballet music ever, teasing because it went beyond imitative while still leaving you in no doubt of what the inspiration was. Discussion about the choreography and perfomances, and we both felt that we wished we could see it again, as there was still much to consider, and by talking it through we both felt we could see different things than we had at first viewing. Maybe that is what it is about: exploration to see new things in the same piece in the same way you look at a Van Gough many times, and always for some while.

The performance of Un peu de tendreses bordel de merde!/A little tenderness for crying out loud! was in many ways less comprehensible than Amjad, but infinitely more enjoyed by both of us. We have no idea what it was all about, but were rivitted from the beginning (when we realized that the woman who, without a ticket who was in Brent's seat and tried to argue with him about it, was actually one of the dancers for the show) straight through to the end.

I got to thinking about my previous comments on Brent's and my feelings about modern dance, and I think I did us both an injustice with the "but we know what we like" gibe. Our conversation over dinner, and after last night's show, indicate that we both think about it a lot during and afterwards, and have both learned a lot more about dance than we knew when we started on this particular journey.