Last Saturday, I went to see the Merce Cunningham Dance Company in Nearly Ninety, and I was pretty blown away. During the 80-minute piece, the dancers' energy never flagged or faded, and the ever-shifting patterns onstage continuously delighted my eye. Cunningham's choreography is in some ways so very abstract and stark, but in others, it reminded so much of modern dance's classical roots.
Have you ever had a moment of epiphany while watching a dance group perform--a realization that if you were a professional dancer, you'd want to make that company your home? Because that's exactly what happened to me last night at The Joyce Theater. As I witnessed the awesomely versatile members of the Lyon Opera Ballet tackle three wildly different stylistic worlds--those of Merce Cunningham, William Forsythe, and Maguy Marin--I couldn't help but think, I wish I were up there with them.