Archive for September 15th, 2010

Posted on Wed, Sep. 15, 2010
By Merilyn Jackson
Inquirer Dance Critic
Cédric Andrieux. The French have good words for many things in life. Amuse-bouche, for instance, means a small bite a chef offers to titillate your lingual receptors. The French director/choreographer Jérôme Bel knows very well how to translate minimal sound bites and movement into a substantial feast. In 2008 the Live Arts Festival presented Bel’s Pichet Klunchun and Myself, a brilliantly deconstructed conversational duet. Since, Bel has directed dancer Cédric Andrieux in a one-man lecture/demonstration constructed over a two-year discourse about Andrieux’s 20-year dance career. Now 33, he danced in the Merce Cunningham Dance Company from 1999 to 2007.

Fall forecast: Dance

Posted on Sunday, Sept. 12, 2010

Merilyn Jackson

Inquirer dance critic

It may seem odd in this economy, but here comes the richest, most varied fall dance season in a few years.

With music by Philip Glass and film overlay by Sol LeWitt, Lucinda Childs’ black-and-white modern classic Dance powered through town over the weekend as part of the Live Arts Festival, but two of her reconstructed works will be here next month. A seismic shift from Childs’ minimalist work in concept, color, music, and choreography, David Parsons’ exhilarating Remember Me comes in December. And Paul Taylor brings us his new Phantasmagoria in October.

Read more: http://www.philly.com/philly/entertainment/102639074.html#ixzz0zRC7ih6j

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Merilyn Jackson 09.04.2010

The innovative choreographer Kun-Yang Lin has launched a daring dance workshop that seeks to transcend mere movement by getting inside dancers’ souls as well. It’s a fresh approach with the potential to galvanize today’s sometimes forgettable world of dance.

Kun-Yang Lin/Dancers: Body and soul workshops. Through December 5, 2010 at Chi Movement Arts Center, 1316 S. Ninth St. (267) 687-3739 or www.kunyanglin.org.

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The Solidarnosc Chronicles

The only time I was ever in Buffalo was during a January blizzard in ’84 in a van with seven heavily smoking Poles for a Solidarity conference. We stayed at the Lord and Lady Baltimore Motel. I brought goose rillettes from my Christmas geese and they loved me for that. My roommate brought extra toilet paper.

Thus begins a series of intermittent memories of my eight years spent supporting Poland’s Solidarnosc movement, mainly the underground press, which has today morphed into the leading daily Gazeta Wyborcza.

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