Sunday, June 11, 2017

At the NYC Ballet and its Ancillary Show

WASHINGTON – Last night, I found myself stuck between a ballet historian and a Lady Dame at the John F. Kennedy Center’s New York City Ballet (NYCB). Works by choreographers George Balanchine and Alexei Ratmansky were presented in an amazing three-piece show, while I was an unwilling participant in a show of ballet knowledge. An old geezer to my left, fashioned himself a ballet historian with a barrage of unsolicited information and a remarkable display of namedropping. Lady Dame to my right, dared to compete with the ballet pundit, but conceded when she discovered her mere American ballet knowledge was no match for the internationally knowledgeable ballet enthusiast.

At the end of the first piece, the Square Dance, the dancers relished in the audience’s applause—a mark of their approval for the spectacular performance. Then, the curtains fell. I could not wait to see the second piece (Odessa, combined with Tarantella) after the 1st intermission, while the Balanchine historian, apparently could not wait to flex his verbal ballet muscles. “Have you seen Odessa?” he started. Lady Dame puffed an irritable sigh and shrugged her shoulders, bumping my right arm ever so lightly in disapproval of the foretelling ballet maestro. “I saw the original in… blah, blah, blah...” director’s and classical composer’s names an all, he bragged. Admittedly, I found his knowledge admirable, amidst my desire to escape his intrusive pomposity, but his ridiculing of the first piece fueled my desire.

Brilliant! Simply the way I would describe the second piece. The old geezer stated no qualms to my description. The third piece, Rodeo: Four Dance Episodes, followed the 2nd intermission, at which time, I was not having it. I pardoned myself and slipped pass the old geezer. I needed a breath of fresh air, as well as a strategy to ignore him upon my return.

My timing was impeccable when the lights began to flicker—a signal for the audience to return to their seats—just as I entered the hallway to the cavernous Opera House. The old geezer was still seated and peering through the pages in the program’s booklet.  Lady Dame was standing, as if to avoid conversation with the old geezer in my absence.

Bravo! The third piece ended, and the Curtain Call was much to my delight as it was to the dancers. My evening of the NYCB and its ancillary show had ended. Perhaps I will take along a Ratmansky maestro to battle future Balanchin-ists while I enjoy the artistic brilliance of choreographers George Balanchine and Alexei Ratmansky in peace.

By Denrique Preudhomme
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Keisha said...

Who knew that ballet enthusiastics would be duking it out at the ballet and you would have to play referee! What an!

Denrique said...

Exactly, as if I were at a sports game. Lol