Bodies in Motion

Coming from an accidental dance background, I now love dance as much as I love football. I never played football but my dad and I watched on Saturday and Sunday and talked strategy and, like it does for so many dudes, it became bit of a secret conduit language. I didn't grow up with dance, and if you didn't grow up with dance, chances are you aren't into it. That's because, irrespective of its intentions, dance has sequestered itself.

Luckily, I am too stupid to appreciate the pedigree of dance and it can come live down here with football and the rest of us. And, in return, the rest of us can be lifted up, breathless and alight above the stage. For example. Click on La La La Human Steps to be staggered. 

This is not to discount NYCB or the likes of Justin Peck and his gang of highbrow cool kids, or the high-minded tear jerker they pulled off with Edward Sharpe. Click to cry. 

But I have to say, I still have a bedeviled and rebellious moxie in me that hopes there will never be a written notation that perfectly captures dance. Even if someone did figure it out, they would need to notate the gyrations of the wrist, neck, hip, knee, ankle, toe, elbow, eye, and each and every finger of each and every dancer. Maybe motion capture will solve for documentation. But until then, we'll just have to believe that what Storyboard P does in a hotel hallway is actual magic. Click and learn.