Did you every keep a diary? I did, several throughout my life. I still have them all. There is the one with the puppy cover and the one with Qui-Gon Jinn on the cover. There is the blue one and the green one and the moleskin. There’s the one that doesn’t have a cover anymore. So many hours and so much emotion went into those little books. Now all of them are sitting in a drawer. I don’t read them often. I glace at a few pages every time I move; usually as respite from packing. In those pages are a lot of sad awkward retellings of the daily events. Unrequited love is a major theme. So is vengeance. Especially ages 9 through 14.
But when the numbers came in and the theme was to be memory, I knew I would probably be dusting them off without a U -Haul in sight. Still pretty rough to read. I use way to many exclamation points. Each entry usually deals with 2 to 3 topics, one always being how lame my step dad is. Also I apparently was spelling the word friend wrong well into my teens.
I before E. Get it together!!! Painful stuff.
Painful but inspiring, so we began creating a new section dealing with those reckless records of early days. I had each dancer write a memory out. The specification being that the memory is banal. An exercise like this could easily slip into a very special Barbra Walters interview, so I tried to steer it towards neutral territory. Then we began to intertwine movement and speech in the space to reveal, what I think, is a sweet little piece of dance.
Check out a little sneak peak: