The New York Times is all a-twitter about New York City Ballet dancers being, well, all a-Twitter.
Several are using the bumper sticker of social media to tweet about their feet and various other concerns at intermission, in the physiotherapist's office, or on the bus.
I’m not sure of the wisdom of letting dancers speak directly to the public. Fifteen years as a dance critic taught me that letting dancers speak for themselves rarely ends well – for the companies that is.- Read more
The Royal Winnipeg Ballet’s current tour of Giselle, which opens in Vancouver tonight, looks suspiciously like Evelyn Hart’s unofficial farewell tour. But it’s best not to mention the “R” word to her -- that’s retirement. Although she will be 46 in April, Hart says that the idea of beginning any performance knowing that it will be “The Last One,” is more stress than she can bear.- Read more
“Could you love a cock that kills?” is the kind of line that has been getting a laugh since Chaucer made the pun and, as always, it drew whoops when battery opera worked it into their latest performance art piece, Spektator.
The audience also howled when Jennifer Murray, kneeling, stuck her naked butt in the air in a pose so revealing it prompted a colleague to murmur: “Nice Brazilian!”
And spectators guffawed when, as the dead cock, Murray’s naked body was dragged off-stage.- Read more
British bobsleigher Dan Money appears to have suffered a little brain damage along with a gashed calf when his upturned car turfed the brakeman onto the track last week at Vancouver’s Winter Olympics.
Following the crash, Money played tough-guy and dismissed his injury.
“It’s just one of those things... but it’s bobsleigh,you know, not ballet dancing,” Money said, displaying the sort of intellect for which athletes are so often celebrated.- Read more