If I’m covering a performance or intending to post a review, I take notes throughout the show of impressions or the name of a dancer or whatever catches my eye. Thankfully, a word or drawing usually sparks my memory, because the notes – since they’re written in the dark, while I’m eyeballing the stage – are a hot mess.
For example, this image is of the notes I took last night at Hubbard St‘s danc(e)volve performance for Alejandro Cerrudo’s Never was. ?I’ll decipher: ?the number three indicates the order in which it appeared in the program; AC, the choreographers initials; the word duet, self-explanatory; drawings (and I use the term loosely) of lighting design; and then…nothing. ?I was so transfixed on what was happening on-stage that I didn’t/wouldn’t/couldn’t write anything down. ?After bows, I wrote “wow”.
Needless to say, I need a little more time to sort my thoughts (hint: I liked it!), so I’m going to chill at my friend Josh’s in Racine by the fire, with a glass of wine, watching it snow, and ponder.
More thoughts coming soon…