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French Dance Company – “Cie Herve-Gil” to perform in Philadelphia at The Drake Theatre.
“Fleurs De Cimetiere et autres sornettes”.
Performed by Parisian women 50-65 years old.
October 28, 29, 30 at 7:30 p.m in English
…October 30 at 2 pm in French
Drake Theatre -1512 Spruce St.-Philadelphia, Pa. 19106.

“So that old age won’t become a parody of our former life, there’s only one solution, to keep on chasing ends that give a meaning to one’s life.”
Simone de Beauvoir

Under different skies, old age is synonymous of wisdom. In the western world – a land that denies death – it means decrepitude. Especially for woman. But what becomes of a dancer, an even keener subject to others’ glance, when she reaches those shady shores? Who better than her, just like Winnie in Happy Days, could suffer from having always been just as she still is, and so different from what she once was? After all, yes, fifty is a fine age to ask those questions, to listen a little more carefully to that body which indeed has new needs that, let’s admit it, lead to some kind of creative idleness. Idleness? When respect and attention to that living memory in constant evolution has even more to say? These fifty years, even though going unnoticed, better be noteworthy. Because if not, what would be the point of aging? MHG

“Fleurs de Cimetière” performed at the Avignon Festival, July 2009, and have since toured in France with performances scheduled to May 2011, as well as the Edinburgh Festival August 2011.
A tour in Taïwan is scheduled for spring 2012.

Cie Herve-Gil has performed numerous times in the US.
Between 1989 and 1993 at the American Dance Festival, Jacob’s Pillow, Pittsburgh and Philadelphia.
This year the company is celebrating their love of Philadelphia!
Celebrating:
– the anniversary of Cie Herve-Gil: 25 years old!
– the anniversary of Choreographer Myriam Herve-Gil – working in Philadelphia for 20 years!
-20 years ago, Susan Glazer & Uarts invited the company (at this time the name was “La P’tite Cie”) to perform at The Drake Theater.
-Myriam was invited numerous times as a guest choreographer and teacher at Uarts, and created numerous pieces for the students.
-Last time Cie Herve-Gil performed was in Philadelphia in January 2007, invited by Melanie Stewart to present a duo in her New FEstival.

Contact: Susan Gish for more information: [email protected] – 215-592-7575.
Myriam Herve-Gil: ciehervegil.com – [email protected]

There is no phone number for reservations as the company is in France.
Walk-ins before each performance are encouraged.
Tickets are $15.00.
If you have a group you may email the company in France: [email protected]
Reviewers may contact Susan Gish at the above email for comp arrangements.

“They’re wonderful, the seven of them, the body might be a little tired but the gesture is precise, generous and derisive. Myriam Herve-Gil, the choreographer and director presents delicate solos, duets and trios, the dancers dance in the present tense, never in the past. They are alive, radiant. Suzanne Schmidt, the actress suggests life sparkling, love fidgeting. It is all joyful and genuine. With the pleasure to be here, to make do, with
dance, with life” L’HUMANITE, M-JS

“An author, an actress, a choreographer and her dancers who have managed to create emotion. Tears spring up. There’s nothing tragic though. Only time passing by. On stage there’s no acting, only people being true. This
show was (without the shadow of a doubt) the most surprising because of its freshness, its grace and its richness”. LA DEPECHE DE L’AUBE, Jean Lefévre

“This show, Fleurs de Cimetière, is moving from the start. To gather seven dancers, beautiful but no spring chicken either, is a significant act. The question of aging women’s suffering and wounds is asked with force and lightness. Nothing is spared to us, and yet we keep smiling, to the end. A show for women and women loving men”
AVIGNON NEWS, Anne-Marie GoulaySee

Posted on Tue, Oct. 26, 2010

By Merilyn Jackson

For The Inquirer

What do five 60-plus black women share that has brought them together in a single show?Answer: All five have been making dance against heavy headwinds for as long as half a century. Each has received honors and accolades, and is still flying high. Yet none is as well known outside dance circles as, say, Judith Jamison or Debbie Allen.

So Georgiana Pickett, executive director of Brooklyn’s 651 Arts, in 2009 conceived a show that would give audiences a glimpse of the rich span of dance contributed by these dancer/choreographers for three generations and 50 years. This weekend that show, “Fly: Five First Ladies of Dance,” comes to the Painted Bride Art Center.

Read more: http://www.philly.com/inquirer/magazine/20101026_Get_to_know__Five_First_Ladies_of_Dance_.html#ixzz13WsztHJo

Posted on Sat, Oct. 23, 2010
By Merilyn Jackson
For The Inquirer
This season’s Dance Celebration opened at the Annenberg Center on Thursday with two Paul Taylor Dance Company favorites and a Philadelphia premiere made this year. Choreographies by Merce Cunningham, Martha Graham, George Balanchine, or Lucinda Childs, to name but a few, will always be instantly recognizable. But Taylor, who worked with Cunningham and Graham early on, did not develop such a distinctive new dance vocabulary.
Instead, he hewed to a mid-to-late-20th-century modern dance idiom and took on social, religious, and sexual issues, skewering at will. For me, Taylor’s best is Company B, in which he expertly juxtaposes the jauntiness of warmongering, the songs that feed it, and its primary product: death.

From: The Dance Journal @ PhiladelphiaDANCE.org

Oct 11th, 2010 | By Merilyn Jackson

The martial arts and martial arts training are practiced internationally and in recent decades they have played a role in reshaping dance and choreography in the United States and Europe. By studying and training in any of the martial arts, a dancer’s body absorbs movement and takes on a different look in motion. For example, when modern dancers, and even some ballet dancers, see the elongated limbs and fluidity of Asian-trained dancers’ bodies they often take advantage of some kind of Asian martial arts cross-training. They may take Tai Chi for its slow-movement that stretches and strengthens the joints safely.

The Afro-Brazilian discipline of capoeira, called the “Dance of War,” is also popular. It evolved when slaves disguised their movement as dance for the entertainment of the slave-masters  – who would otherwise have banned it. Taking capoeira classes greatly enhances athleticism, timing, bounce and rebound for contact-improv, release-technique, hip hop and dancers of many other forms.

The tradition of martial-arts training and other non-Western approaches reaches into theater, dance, and performance art. Brooklyn-based choreographer Peggy Choy (The Ki Project) says she “squeezes the pulp from Asian Dance, martial arts and contemporary dance.” Choy often uses the jazz-based music of composer/saxophonist Fred Ho who has also created a number of works based on martial arts and dance. (http://www.bigredmediainc.com)

Anyone who has seen Kun-Yang dance is aware that he embodies discipline and movement resulting from martial arts training. In the second layer of his five-month training intensive, Lin invited Sifu (means master, tutor or teacher) Chik Qadir Mason to introduce martial arts disciplines to his company, Kun-Yang Lin/Dancers, and others who enrolled in a class for the training. Mason began on September 12 with Chi Kung, the original art as it was practiced in old China, and by the project’s end Mason plans to have them practicing the more modern Tai Chi.

An Armenian American, Chik Qadir Mason calls himself an Internal Arts Instructor. He operates Spirit Wind Internal Arts (http://www.spiritwindinternalarts.org/) in Buffalo, Toronto and now is back in Philadelphia where he began 4 decades ago. The Chi Kung specialist’s hawkish profile belies his gentle, graceful way of moving and speaking. You may have seen him perform The Dance of the Dragon at the Museum of Natural History in 1999. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VriAbh74_gQ

Externalizing the Internal

As the first master teacher in the project, Hsu-Hui Huang from Taiwan’s famed Cloud Gate Dance Theater said, “We want to help them externalize their internal energy.” Among other practices, breathing exercises help the dancers go deeper into concentration which allows them to bring more organic nuances to their dancing.

Breath did not enter into Mason’s first two sessions, but I it will as he progresses. I’m involved in the project as its chronicler. But instead of merely observing and reporting, I decided to internalize the external and took part in the first two sessions. For someone who isn’t sufficiently physically active, the first slow and gentle session was just enough to get me feeling stretched and energized. I liked it. The second week was a little more rigorous and I (mostly) completed that one as well.

I know how dance feels. But I didn’t know how performing a martial art would feel. Now I get that it trains a different kind of muscle memory than dance. For one thing, the feet are more firmly planted on the floor, not poised for jumping or relévè. But the knees are almost always in slight plié which would give you the spring for jumping.

The 61-year-old Mason is spryer than men half his age and moves rapidly between exercises. In one exercise, Swimming Dragon, he says “The body wants to move like a dragon and the arms like a snake.” The dancers pair up, with one taking an active role and the other inactive, or reactive.

I later mention to Mason that I saw the seeds of contact-improv.  “Yes,” he says, “contact improv and release technique dancers often borrow from these exercises.”

Mason says his teachers in Hong Kong, where he studied from 1982 to 1987, had been bodyguards of Chiang Kai Shek, President of the Republic of China (Taiwan) until his death in 1975. He also studied with author and teacher Lao Shi Adam Hsu in California where he achieved Wu Tang Kung Fu Black Belt Status.

Mason laid out a very clear program for his workshops which include teachings by Hsu in the last two October sessions, the 24th and 31st. In November he moves into fundamental stance-punch-kicking drills that end in fighting duets.

On Sept. 18 Hua Hua Zhang, a master puppet artist, began her workshops for actors and dancers which last through the end of October. Mason’s sessions continue weekly through December 5.

You need not be a dancer to take any of the workshops, but participants pay a small fee. An Open Dialogue on Dec. 5 is free. Funded through a Dance Advance grant, all workshops take place at the Chi Movement Arts Center, Lin’s studio at 1316 South Ninth Street. www.kunyanglin.org

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When I crave a cheese steak in Philly I always order a cheese steak hoagie with mayo, fried onions, provolone, lettuce, and tomato. The ketchup goes on last, by me. Lee’s, which started out at 19th & Cheltenham when I was a kid and grew to a huge franchise, still makes the best Philly cheese steaks. It has since downsized, with one location in West Philly.

In South Philly, Franco & Luigi’s is my go to. Sure there’s Pat’s and Geno’s, but having been born in 19130, I’m no tourist. Besides, I want to see my steak sizzled in front of me, not glopped on a roll from a mound of graying meat sitting on the grill. And I want the steak to be hot enough to MELT the cheese on the sandwich. You don’t get that at Pat’s or Geno’s.

That’s why Whiz came into play. They figured out that the warm goop of oil product would seem as if it had melted onto the sandwich and it wouldn’t matter if the meat wasn’t hot from the grill. You are always taking a chance on a food-born illness when you go to a place that doesn’t cook the meat to order.

Moreover, Joey Vento, Geno’s owner, is a rampant racist who thinks freedom of speech allows him to decree that his product be ordered in “English Only.” These signs on his establishment are in direct response to the influx of Mexican kitchen workers who fled New York’s crackdown on illegal workers in its kitchens. They came to Philadelphia over the last ten years in droves, filling necessary jobs in Philadelphia’s always brilliantly bustling restaurant scene and opened wonderful Mexican restaurants of their own.

The Washington Avenue corridor that used to be dominated by Vietnamese restaurants, now shares the neighborhood with great Mexican foods. So Vento was feeling the competition and annoyed by his Mexican and Asian customers who could not always order in English. It didn’t matter that Vento’s own mother barely spoke English. Wonder if he ever said, “Yo Ma, This is America. Speak English. Cabish?”

Still the corner is a scene in any season, especially after 2 am, when the bars close. White and black stretches belly up to SUVs, VWs, whatever, and the fluorescent and neon-lit line of shit-faced people looking for some sobering protein, stretches around Passyunk and down Wharton in this micro Steak Square.

My favorite steaks come from a place with no scene at all and which has recently borne scandal as racially-colored as Geno’s due to its name: Chink’s. Chink’s has been up on Torresdale an easy off from I-95 for about half a century but the name was never objected to until a few years ago.

Somehow they held onto the name, but the scandal didn’t increase their fame as much as it did Joey Vento’s. What they do have over Vento is the best steak in Philly. I zip up the highway to Chink’s with visitors so they can try the best, and then test all the rest. Chink’s always wins.

Back here in Phoenix there is no choice. As far as I’m concerned Corleone’s is the ONLY steak shop in town. It’s a “Family” run biz with three locations in the Valley. Fortunately the “Family” is from Philly, owner Joe Bobbie’s family ran Denofio’s at Castor and Hunting Park, not too far from Chink’s until they sold out seven years ago to come out to Phoenix.

The steak is cooked right there before your very eyes. It is deeply authentic. The meat never has any gristle, the rolls fresh with a good bite to them. They are not like having a steak on a hotdog bun as Seth Chadwick (in his 2006 Feasting in Phoenix piece) seemed to think they should be served. He kept raving about the “soft roll.” But his barometer was Jim’s Steaks at 4th and South Streets in Philly, much better than Pat’s and Geno’s but yet just another tourist haven. Corleone’s rolls are almost as they ought to be: hefty enough to absorb the meat juices, yet crusty enough to provide a nice contrasting crunch to the squishy meat and cheeses. Since I get them as take out, I ask them to toast them a bit so they hold the ten minutes to my house. They always smilingly oblige.

The only thing I would want to change is perhaps a sharper provolone. Because despite the menu’s description of a sandwich called the “Philly Original Whiz, Wit,” sharp provolone gives a better counterpoint to the sweet meat and fried onions. And Philly natives who aren’t knuckle-draggers don’t actually ask for a cheese steak “Whiz, Wit.” If you want a steak with Whiz, you just say “Steak, wit.” If you don’t like Whiz, you supply your own wit.

Many years ago I pitched the Arizona Republic’s food editor a pre-Thanksgiving story. She said “Oh you’re from Philly. What do you know beyond cheese steaks?”

I said “Well, in Philly we only put Cheese Whiz on our steaks, not on our Thanksgiving tables like you do here.”

http://www.corleones.net/

Just read your Druid article and had a good laugh and see your point, of course. But the Inquisition, Crusades et al were far longer ago than nine years— not that that makes them any less heinous. In this case I have yet to hear the American Muslim community decry Jihad or religious Fatwahs. Did one prominent Muslim ever speak out on behalf of Salmon Rushdie? I would even suggest they build and use the community center as a place of asylum for those abused in the name of Islam. That includes women and girls under threat of clitoredectomy. That would be a fitting memorial to the Muslims murdered on 9/11.

http://www.broadstreetreview.com/index.php/main/article/september_letters_why_piano_students_cry/

Practice: Type I (commonly referred to as clitoridectomy), Type II (commonly referred to as excision) and Type III (commonly referred to as infibulation) are the most common forms of female genital mutilation (FGM) or female genital cutting (FGC) practiced in Nigeria. Type IV is practiced to a much lesser extent. The form practiced varies by ethnic group and geographical location. It crosses the numerous population groups and is a part of the many cultures, traditions and customs that exist in Nigeria . It crosses the lines of various religious groups. It is found among Christians, Muslims and Animists alike.

http://www.globaljusticecenter.org/papers2005/jimoh_eng.htm

NOTE: although this cites the use of FGM (Female Genital Mutilation) as practiced by Christians (not a group I would normally defend) I can cite Catholic apologetics and religious teachings which condemn the practice as a sin or crime.

an estimated 97 percent of Egyptian women have undergone the harmful practice of female genital mutilation (“circumcision”), which was banned by the Minister of Health in 1996. Egyptian and international institutions are now mobilising to reduce its spread. http://www.afrol.com/html/News2003/egy001_fgm_campaign.htm

“Every disgusting Islamic custom is not only coming to the West, it’s on the rise. Like honor killings — they are skyrocketing in the west. To the credit of the UK, at least they are talking about it. It’s happening here but to speak of it would insult CAIR….In the case of clitorectomies, if they insist upon such torturous mutilation, we should insist upon reciprocity. For every clit, a johnson.” Pamela Geller on Atlas Shrugs

I second that motion.

http://atlasshrugs2000.typepad.com/atlas_shrugs/clitorectomyfgm-islamic-misogyny/

Over the last 14 years many Philadelphians have come to partake of what is now called the Live Arts Festival/Philly Fringe, but started out as the Philly Fringe and is still affectionately so-called, just as the Philadelphia Dance Company can’t escape being called Philadanco. Nicknames stick. Some audience buy tickets for multiple shows in an evening, swanning around town with stops at outdoor cafes, many of which have proliferated and prospered with the Fringe and First Friday events. With the festival spread out over wider parts of the city each year, it’s become more difficult for me to get to as many sites as I had in the past.

As a dance critic for the Philadelphia Inquirer, I limit my review nights to just one show. Still, I have been out at some festival event or other for the last 17 nights and will head out this evening for the one I held out for my own Grande Finale, Brian Sanders’ Sanctuary. Sanders is a near perennial Fringe favorite and I’ll include Sanctuary in an omnibus review for Broad Street Review next week.  I most look forward to seeing Sanders work, not just because it is great dance, but because of his exuberance as an artist. He’s been living with HIV for many years, yet his devilish joie de vivre never fails to amaze and delight me. So this is just a little homage to one of the most imaginatively brilliant artists I know.

In the week before his show opened, Brian whooped my butt in a Facebook Scrabble game — 341 – 320 – my first game online and I’m hooked. I am calling him out for a rematch next week and look forward to many more years of his shows and Scrabble games.

MEATY: [Definitions] rich, especially in matter for thought : substantial <actors looking for meaty roles> Full of substance or interest, satisfying: The ballet has stayed the course because of the meaty roles it offers.

I like to say that the interests and experiences I’ve listed in this blog will all come together when I write a novel about an anorexic Polish ballerina who leaves the stage to write a cookbook. But I can begin to give them a good gloss here on Prime Glib.

So why call this blog “PrimeGlib” and why use an image that will surely turn off many who are not carnivores? Because I am an animal that, like other animals, eats other animals and I enjoy the occasional joint. The beef says juicy, raw and sanguine – in both the cheerfully optimistic sense and the bloody – and I have never been anything if not meaty. I therefore let a standing rib roast stand for me.

So I loved seeing Lady Gaga’s skirt steak. It got my attention. Gaga is good – she reveals her pathos and shallowness. People miss the pun: she is full of gags and she makes you gag and she is neither gogo nor gew-gew and certainly not gigi. But I largely agree with Camille Paglia’s grilling of her in the Sunday Times of London. The Lady may be meaty on the outside, but there’s little if any substance inside. She made a good metaphor but doesn’t show us any meaning other than shock value.

http://www.thesundaytimes.co.uk/sto/public/magazine/article389697.ece

Two worthy new dances made locally

Posted on Sat, Sep. 11, 2010

8: Olive Prince and Shavon Norris. Olive Prince, a delightful dancer, choreographed quite a good piece Thursday evening with I Desire, one of eight new works by local choreographers for the Live Arts Festival. The pieces are being presented in four sets of two.

Marie Brown, Lindsay Browning, and Nora Gibson joined Prince onstage for I Desire, while Christopher B. Farrell’s compelling score moved them through with conviction. The dancers entwined themselves by turns in root-brown vines that hung from above. Prince repeated a motif using one vine for a support for deep back-bends and later did a little aerial work with it. This was not your girly maypole dance; all four attacked the meaty choreography with gusto. While Gibson brought her purposeful presence to the piece, Prince gave it its grace.

Read more: http://www.philly.com/inquirer/magazine/20100911_Two_worthy_new_dances_made_locally.html#ixzz0zf58X6pQ

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.
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