Swan Lake Samba Girl has had some interesting posts about men dancers lately and being a male dancer I wanted to add my 3 cents but not in a conversational way but a presentational way. She was also recently mentioned in the Wall St Journal. Go Samba, go Samba. My friend Zane Booker was in town and Todd and I hung out with him and had a great time. I asked Zane to be my manly partner and Todd used my phone to tape the whole thing at night on K St.
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Pre-Futurist Dance Manifesto
Postmodernism has past.
We believe in the intelligence of the body, the intelligence of the mind and that the two are impossible to separate.
Dance is the result of the physicalized mind and the verbose body and we reject putting the cart of scholarship and language before the horse of dance.
Performance happens now, it does not have to secure funding, book a theater or advertise in newspapers. It does not need rehearsal space. It does not need a concept. It does not need to last for more than a second. It does not need to be ephemeral. It does not need flowy pants, tight tops or bare feet. It does not need previews, reviews or even to be seen at all.
We reject the term modern dance, we make art through movement. We dance, we make videos, we make paintings, we make video games, we write, we sculpt, we draw, we act, we sound and we move. We make art. We are artists.
We can change the world.

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8 comments:
why yes, that is quite manly, especially the part when you are moshing. Girls such as myself never mosh ;)
hahaha -- thank you!
Very manly - now you gents need to take a few capoeira classes, and you'll be knockin' 'em dead with your amazing ginga. ;) (Seriously!)
Maria,
Moshing is good for you.
You are welcome Tonya!
Thanks Spinning. We had fun in the street.
Boris,
I can tell that you were having a blast.... and lookin' pretty good at it, too! [bats eyelashes and then reproves herself for flirting online ;)]
I'm enjoying your blog a lot - found it through a link on tonya's site.
thank you spinning, go ahead and flirt till it hurts.
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