Monday Class: I Feel Somewhat More Human Now
Class went well today. I continue to be fascinated by the changes in how I perceive the tiny muscles in my hips and thighs.
Violinists (by way of example) develop more refined receptive fields and richer-than-average somatosensory cortical representation of their left hands through use. I would guess that dancers’ nervous systems adapt in a similar way, affording a more minute porprioceptive experience of what are, in fact, some pretty obscure muscles.
My mood is also significantly better. I was definitely a tad paranoid this morning, but I talked myself out of it on the bus — or, well, I gave myself a stern talking-to about it and made myself go to class anyway.
Brian gave us a barre that felt short and fairly gentle, then followed it up with interesting combinations at center and across the floor, which (as usual) I mostly did right, with the exception of occasionally firing off a turn the wrong way because thinking.
Pro tip: if say to yourself, “Crap! Which way do I turn?” the answer your brain provides almost always be wrong. At least, it will if you’re me.
Repeat to yourself (in your best Early 90s Tom Hanks voice):
There’s no thinking in ballet!
… And then just fly, little birdie.
Our final combination went:
Pas de bourré
Jump back to 2nd
Brush through failli
Coupe to tombé
Pas de bourré
Sous sous balance
… And then repeat going the other way as soon as the 2nd group finishes.
It was fun; very high-energy. Set to that same lively piece from Swan Lake that I enjoyed so much last week.
There were a bunch of implied steps that we had to work out to keep everything linked.
In other news, I am getting much better at spacing, largely by dint of not having to focus so hard on just doing the steps, which used to use up a lot of mental clock cycles.
So, anyway, that’s it. My friend B. will be back this week from a conference she attended over the Thanksgiving break, and she’s going to join me in my audition video, which I suppose I could post here if it turns out all right.
It’s the opening piece from the ballet I’ll be working on for the rest of my life, “Simon Crane,” which is actually supposed to be a corps piece, but will work okay with two dancers. The video has to be between 1 and 3 minutes long, so “Shadowlands” is right out. It’s 7 minutes from start to end. (Edit: I realize that, the way I wrote this, it reads as if I mean that the entire ballet is a corps piece. While it is, in fact, corps-heavy, I just meant that the opening dance is a corps dance. Derp.)
Anyway, I need to go catch the bus.
À bientôt, mes amis!
PS: I am out of Adderall and also I am an embarrassing stereotype, so I left my coffee cup *and* my water bottle at the studio.