Debra Cash
This is the first of a series of occasional essays where Fuse Dance Critic Debra Cash will reflect on dances made for camera and new technologies. As they used to say, don’t touch that dial!
Simon Garfield’s tour of fonts, Just My Type, is a rollicking, sometimes snarky social history of the design decisions behind lettering from Gutenberg to the iPad.
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Literally seating himself under a spotlight at the center of the stage, celebrated choreographer Bill T. Jones indulged in a celebrity interview with himself, sharing moving and mundane autobiographical anecdotes while his company danced in abstract arrangements around his desk for exactly 70 minutes.
When the Boston Jewish Music Festival presented a special afternoon of Lazar Weiner’s Yiddish Art Songs, it became clear that it’s time for a reappraisal that will bring these small, intense gems back into broader musical circulation.
“69°S” takes risks that never put actual life or limb in danger, but under the static of snow and history, we learn that venturing to the edge is always a kind of art.
Adrienne Cooper’s strong voice –- musically, linguistically and as a vibrant feminist presence –- shaped the revival of klezmer music in the 1980s and beyond, but her legacy is diffuse.
As a dancer, Pina Bausch was the presiding spirit of speechlessness. She had the macabre body of an anorexic, but her matchstick arms communicated entire inner worlds.
Martha Graham famously said, “I wanted to find a way to reveal the inner landscape – to chart a graph of the heart.” So now it’s your turn to play therapist.
This is the fourth installment of Debra Cash’s coverage of events associated with the Institute of Contemporary Art’s Dance/Draw exhibition.
Film Commentary: “Cuckoo’s Nest” in the Age of Trump — Viewer Beware!