We were all pumped up to attend the sold out performance at the Hop of a Brazilian dance troupe for contemporary dance. Judging from the literature, I figured it would be a bunch of break dancers getting crazy to hip hop music. Now I'm not a fan of the whole hip hop culture and all the attitude and images, but break dancing can be cool to watch, especially when they're good.
Just as a side note, we watched a DVD about the international break dance competition, B-Boys, or something like that, and it was really cool, we all loved it, especially the kids. Break dancing has come a long way from when I was growing up, it's not so punk-gang oriented. What was fascinating was how it's so huge all over the world. In fact, the American break dancers have been supplanted by a host of international stars that include France, Germany, Japan, and if you can believe this, South Korea. In fact, Korea won the grand prize. Wow, my mom would be shocked.
So when tickets became available for the Brazilian hip hop performance, I figured it would be fun, but as I realize I've mentioned, it was way too artsy-fartsy. Too much Martha Graham going on there, though even Martha Graham seems to have more cohesiveness than this show. It was all so random, and the first half of the show had no music. I hate to seem so uncultured, but it was a definite "yawner." Of course, you could hear all the intense suburban bourgeoise parents exiting the theater and talking about how fabulous the show was. Get real!
One thing about the show was that I saw AM for the first time in a while, and it dawned on me that she always seems to force me into a corner and put me on the spot. She really sinks her claws into you and won't let go. Talk about uncomfortable. It's not enough to say, "Hi, how's it going," she has to grill me and judge me to the point where I start saying things I regret and become a person I don't like, as if I have to justify my life. It really reminds me of being in front of my mom, always on the defensive. Not a good place for me to be. Personally I think she enjoys it, in a twisted way, just like my mom, but I'll leave it at that.
What's a guy to do? Until the next time, thanks for reading.