Wednesday Class: In Which Dancers Are Hot
This afternoon, we all walked out of class looking like we’d showered in our dance kit.
It was completely worth it, of course — especially the delightful little grand allegro at the end.
It was another simple combination (the petit allegri were hard today; crazy fast and full of beats) — just:
Small Temps levée à droit
Small Temps levée à gauche
Temps levée arabesque
Grand assemblé battu or Pas de chat or Saut de chat (“Choose Your Own Adventure”)
Reverse R/L on the opposite side, of course.
… But the focus was on the performance elements — especially arms and épaulement. The idea was for the legs to stay razor-sharp and fast while the arms were light and smooth and graceful, using a variant of Ceccheti/RAD third through first on the first four steps.
Oh, and we were to do all this whilst eating up the entire floor in one pass (not hard to do in this case; I really like to travel).
The music was also quite fast, which made for a really nice contrast between the quick legwork throughout most of the combination and the flying leap at the end.
We went in pairs, and on every run my partner did saut de chat while I did pas de chat which, as it turned out, looked quite cool. Pas de chat is one of the steps that I’m willing to say that I really do very well, and my partner’s high, fleet, linear saut de chat contrasted beautifully with my high, light, bouyant pas de chat.
It probably helped that we were similar in height and proportions.
I experimented with different arms on the pas de chat. I think for this combination, taking the arms to fifth and opening back to second through the latter part of the arc worked really nicely.
Anyway, by the time we were done, I think we were all well and fully cooked and ready for a break.
For what it’s worth, my turns were better, but my adagio was terrible today. This was definitely a class in which I felt the lingering effects of my sleeping pill. I got progressively better as the hangover effect faded — I am definitely far less coordinated on mornings like this one.
In other news, I switched to the day track for the Cinci workshop — it turns out that they were probably going to wind up canceling the evening track anyway. I’ve been very impressed with how well Mam Luft & Co have organized this thing and how promptly and smoothly they handled my request.
In trapeze class, meanwhile, I nailed down Montréal and learned a new sequence that starts with Montréal, then passes into Surfer, then into a balance whose name I can’t recall (looks much like the stag pose, only your feet are on the bar, which cants up towards the front foot), then into a hands-only spin around the leading rope to horse.
I also learned that if, as you’re spinning, your hands start to burn, you should definitely not relax your grip, no matter what your brain says, unless you’re keen on — shall we say — trying a higher voice part in choir (ahem).
Apparently, the moment that the bar connects with your “no fly zone” is also clearly visible to everyone in a the immediate vicinity. I feel heartened by the fact that everyone winced right along with me, though — and that, apparently, everything looked really good up to that point.
Also, it is totally possible to semi-gracefully dismount the trapeze before staggering over to the nearest available spot suitable for collapsing. In case you were wondering.
Fortunately, no permanent harm was done. Add to with “Bodies are weird” and “Bodies are different” the aphorism, “Sooner or later, we all walk the walk of shame.”
Which is, in case you’re wondering, more like a pinched shuffle, really.
Posted on 2016/05/25, in aerials, balllet, class notes, dance, mistakes, trapeze and tagged hold fast, how to melt dancers, making simple combinations harder, musicality, ouch, pas de chat, stupid aerialist tricks, that's my no fly zone, the Montréal sequence, trapezes are hard. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.