Monday Class: Just Dance

Class went well today.

I arrived early, and Dr. K (who made my week last time we were in class together) and I chatted for a while. Apparently she did very much intend to compare me to Nureyev, so I am now even more flattered — evidently I remind her of Nureyev both in build and in the way I dance — my attack, jumps, expressivité, plastique, and movement style. Um. Wow?*

She added, “And you have that beautiful arabesque. His wasn’t as high as yours.”

o_______O’

*Why, yes, I am currently experiencing an intense inner battle between my Impostor Syndrome, which says, I’M NOT WORTHY! and the rest of me, which is like, Geez, enormous responsibility, innit? … so many feels.

I told her how helpful her comment had been. It has really helped change how I think about my limitations as a dancer — Nureyev had similar limitations, and he was one of the greatest dancers ever. The thing is to accept one’s limitations and work to ameliorate them while making the most of one’s strengths.

Anyway.

Barre today looked fairly good. There were a couple of moments that I reverted to a similar combination from Saturday’s class, but I caught myself (and laughed at myself, as Dorky Dancing reminds us to do, instead of getting mad).

Adagio was iffy on the first side because I was confused about the counts, but fine thereafter. My penché is improving again; in tour lent (AKA promenade; it’s promenade in partnered work) coming out of penché, I need to remember to carry my opposite shoulder more.

Basically, in order to hold the body together, the opposite shoulder spirals toward the working leg. This is exactly the same as it is in arabesque (and everything else), but it takes a little more actual doing. Of late, my body wants to spiral over as if in a modern-dance-y slow fouetté, so I need to really watch that.

Doing turns terre-a-terre, I managed a triple; should’ve aimed for more, but chickened out. Next time. The combination was:

Tombé
Pas de Bourré
Fourth
En Dehors
Repeat Twice
Detourné
Prepare Fourth
En Dedans
Pique Turn x4

It fit about 1.75 times across the floor — on the second set, the piques could either run down the side of the room or we could just leave them out. For some reason, we all kept forgetting to spot on the second set. Weird.

Petite allegro was half fine, half awful.

My little jumps were actually beautiful — light, fast, high, and quiet — though I couldn’t get my arms to cooperate.

The combination went, simply, from fifth:

First
Second
Third
Fourth
Fifth
Changement
Changement
Changement
Other side.

The arms went:

First
Second
Opposite Third!
Bring working-side arm up for Fourth
Fifth/Thirty-Fifth/En Haut
Open and return to en bas/préparé smoothly over the the changements.

I tried to get the arms on the first set, then just left them in first in the second (which is hard in its own way — there’s so much existing motor programming that not moving them not that much easier).

None of us could do it at speed without hosing up the arms, though we could all mark through slowly with success. I’ll be practicing this one.

Our next combination was simple:

Glissade, assemblé
Glissade, assemblé
Glissade, jeté, jeté, jeté —
Both sides, then reverse of both sides.

The tempo was wickedly fast, however, and my assemblé was simply too slow. I’ll be working on that this week as well.

Edit: forgot about the Sissones! I am to have regained the motor pattern for Sissones finally. I have no idea where it was for the past few months, but my brain must have defragged or something last night, because it’s back now. The challenge is simply to NOT FREAKING THINK. Thinking + Sissones = Disaster.

Grand allegro was lovely, even though it took me a little while to nail down my own little variation. We soloed this, because we were in the tiny studio and there were only three of us today, all fairly advanced students.

The combination went:

Tombé
Pas de Bourrée
Glissade
Temps levée retiré
Tombé
Pas de Bourrée
Glissade
Pas de Chat (yay!)
Pique Arabesque
Chassé
Tour jeté (land in balance)
Failli-tombé
Pas de Bourré
Glissade
Saut de chat
… And then we got several bars for our own variation.

I initially tried:

Pique arabesque (low)
Tombe
Pas de Bourré
Glissade
Bournonville Jeté

But it turned out that there wasn’t enough room for that, and I kept doing very half-baked Bournonvilles so I wouldn’t crash into either the wall or the piano. One turned into something else entirely (Edit: a Blooperville Jeté, perhaps?).

On the repeat, I subbed in:

Pique arabesque
Turn
Chassé
Tour Jeté to Arabesque Balance
Chassé
Tour Jeté
Glissade
Pas de Chat Italien
Land in Balance à la Second

This happened when I decided to stop thinking and just dance (hence the title of this post!). To be fair, tour jetés tend to happen whenever I just let myself dance, because I love them.

Dr. K commented that she was really impressed with my ability to stick a landing and go straight into a balance 😀

The funny part is that I find it easiest to hold a balance if I jump into it — my dynamic balance is really exceptionally good, while my static balance is only pretty good (read: quite a bit better than average compared to people without formal dance training, but probably only average for those with serious dance training).

Ms. E kept calling out, “BIIIIIG tour jeté! … Yesss!” on my runs. Apparently people have noticed that this white boy can in fact jump, so now they routinely ask me for big, lofty jumps.

As for me, I’m simply glad to have my big jumps back. It took a while to regain the power and coordination to get the kind of elevation and ballon I had as a kid, which I got partially through luck (genetics ftw) and partially through setting up and jumping ever-higher backyard hurdles (at one point, 42″) which I jumped in a style that in no way resembled proper track-and-field hurdling technique. It was more like Russian Pas de Chat over fences.

Anyway, it’s time to eat food (I have been bad about that lately — last night I turned into an absolutely horrible creature because hypoglycemia for the fail). Tonight we have fitness & flexibility, silks, and then I’m going to work on choreography with a friend of mine.

Edit: Oh, and in a bit I shall add my here are my ridiculous pictures from this week’s submission to Suspend’s Splits Challenge, just for the halibut.

As you can see, we were feeling goofy, even giddy, perhaps.

 

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About asher

Me in a nutshell: Standard uptight ballet boy. Trapeze junkie. Half-baked choreographer. Budding researcher. Transit cyclist. Terrible homemaker. Getting along pretty well with bipolar disorder. Fabulous. Married to a very patient man. Bachelor of Science in Psychology (2015). Proto-foodie, but lazy about it. Cat owner ... or, should I say, cat own-ee? ... dog lover. Equestrian.

Posted on 2016/07/11, in balllet, class notes, dance and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.

  1. When do we get to see the video?

  2. Nureyev… wow. You must be strobbing back and forth between ecstatic glow and that “imposter” thing. Blink! blink! blink! blink! blink! … like a neutron star! I know I would be doing that with some similar comparison for my art. Negative criticism can be painful, but it doesn’t challenge one’s grasp of reality the way high praise does. 🙂

    • Amen, brother! Fortunately, ballet is pretty good at keeping me honest. Being compared to Nureyev doesn’t make my petit allegro suck any less! 😀

  3. Oh oh – the Nureyev thing reminds me on the first time a ballet teacher got a crush on me. Not many men round there, and lot’s of women – and many teacher without or with bad relationships.

    And beautiful pictures – when I compare this to my fights…

    • I really wouldn’t rule that out.

    • You know, I hadn’t thought of that. Hmmmm…

      • Oh, other women in class are there, too.

        I don’t really understand why straight men never take dance classes – I sometimes think I need a bucket of cold water.

        Discussing with a teacher I know better about my gay sports club doesn’t help with everyone, too. Some take longer to get the message. Nothing against a little bit of light flirting just for fun, but some of the girls get somewhat sticky sometimes.

        WIth you as young and beautiful as you must be in the middle of a maelstrom sometimes… the only thing I haven’t tried so far is kissing my boyfriend in front of a class…

      • I wonder about straight men rarely taking ballet classes as well (I do know one heterosexual non-professional dancers, but he’s married)! One would think that it would be an obvious thing.

        The funny thing is that I tend to forget that I might actually be attractive to women 😀 Then, I also tend to be mildly oblivious to flirtation — sometimes I just fail to recognize it; other times I notice it but assume I’m interpreting things incorrectly.

        The really funny part is that everyone at the ballet knows my husband — he took the true beginners’ class for about a year — so I assume that they know I’m about as gay as a Pride parade color guard.

        And, also, thanks! With an epic blush for good measure.

  4. Your splits are amazing and tour jetés don’t even look humanly possible to me. I’m guessing even your petit allegro would be sufficiently proficient to bring tears to my eyes. Looking forward to the video!

    • Thanks ^-^

      Don’t worry, I suspect that you’ll find tour jetes easier to learn than they look.

      My exprience was that they’re surprisingly intuitive if you don’t think too much while you’re first learning them (you can think later, when you’ve got the basic motor pattern down and are starting to refine it).

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