Tuesday, February 17, 2015

DEAR MOVE: 2-17-2015 meghan

Almost a year ago, we maintained an improv dance blog called DEAR MOVE. One dancer would quickly record a video of something they did, and then the next dancer would respond to their video with one of their own, which referenced the first in some way. It's something of an improv exercise, meant to have the dancers play with new ideas.

If you'd like to take part, shoot us an email! We're always open to have more dancers participate!

The DEAR MOVE blog fell off as we focused on this one, but then we realized we could easily bring it over here as a semi-regular column. So, here we go! As a belated valentine to you all, and a revitalization of DEAR MOVE, here is my response to Amy's last video. Enjoy!

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Make Stuff - paper jewelz

Recently I was wishing that I had some bigger earrings, and couldn’t think of any particular supplies that I had to make what I was interested in. I opened my drawer full of assorted junk that I save in case it could one day become a craft of some kind. I didn’t find too much that seemed useful, until I came upon some paper.

So, most of this jewelry won’t last for very long, but it’s pretty much free, and the parts can just be used again to make something new when the paper parts give out. The paper is old from old shopping bags and cards I bought to make business cards that didn't end up existing, which were mostly just going to get recycled anyway. So it doesn’t waste resources. Since it’s quite inexpensive to both myself and to the environment, I can make things that are maybe a little wilder and bigger than I would otherwise.

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

SUPERBOWL XXLMNOP or Boston Dance as a Spectator Sport

I like to think that I studied dance in its classical age. You went to the studio. You took classes. You wore a leotard and tights and maaaaaybe a ballet skirt if your teacher was feeling generous. You had a recital. You FINALLY got on pointe and were thrilled to brag to all your non-dancer friends about your blisters. When people asked what sport you played after school, you smartly answered, "dance."

It was toward the end of my high school career that competition dance was settling into place. As a retired cheerleader, I knew the thrill, I knew the drill. It was novel to take our recital dance from last year and get a trophy for it! We were no longer a class, but a team, and we had prevailed over the adversaries! Still for me, my favorite part of dance was that, well, it wasn't a sport. There were no statistics. There were no teams to beat. Aside from the snarky looks you'd get from the super trinas when you fell out of a double pirouette, dance class was not a competition.

This photo is from 2003. My dear friend Kate is currently minutes away from having her PhD. I'm sure if they saw her performance in "The Gods Love Nubia" Berkeley would have given it to her on arrival.

Here's what you might not know about me. I started dancing when I was thirteen years old. True, I took ballet and tap as a tiny tot but my family moved and we never found a dance studio in time to continue lessons. I stayed busy. I became one hell of a pee-wee soccer goalie, which I no sooner left behind to focus squarely on being captain of my pop warner cheerleading squad. It was only after going to a friend's dance recital in seventh grade that I was like, "oh yeah! that's what I'd like to do!"

So maybe that's where my disinterest in competition stems from. The fact that the formative years of my dance career were spent playing catch up to the "older girls" at my studio, who were all actually around my same age. I was in a constant competition with myself. To do better than I had the day before. To learn all the things in a few weeks that those other girls had learned over the course of a few years. To prove that just because I was untrained didn't mean I was bad. TO DO GODDAMN PICKUPS ACROSS THE FLOOR. And that was enough competition for me. I didn't need rhinestones down my part or matching jackets with our names on the sleeves to feel like I was a part of something. Because at the end of a class, at the end of an afternoon of classes, I knew that I was improving, and that I was doing something cool. It felt good to make progress and to keep up with combinations and across-the-floors. It felt good to dance

AND SO FINALLY, we grow up and go to college and we dance around Boston and aside from Dance Moms and SYTYCD and little girls in two piece leotards with 12-pack abs and tilt kicks, THE COMPETITION IS FINALLY OVER.

Or is it?

Friday, January 9, 2015

Friday Tunez!

Here's a hot tune to keep you toasty on a brrrrrrrrreezzy night in Camberville.

It doesn't claim to be recent, but I don't claim to be hip.

And I just can't drag myself away from Haim. This is "Running if You Call My Name."

Have a great weekend!

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Happy year!

Happy new year to you all!

We really enjoyed 2014. We went to New York City, we did 4 Calamity shows in Boston, we performed at Jose Mateo, we worked on an outdoor dance museum with Art City Cambridge -- we have been busy.

Here are a few of our favorite posts from this year. See you in 2015!

Amy recommended a few flicks - this is certainly the prettiest.

I wrote a handful of DIY posts. This was the first and the one for which I took the most slightly embarrassing selfies.