{"id":2331,"date":"2014-02-16T21:48:14","date_gmt":"2014-02-17T02:48:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/dancebeat\/?p=2331"},"modified":"2014-02-21T17:42:18","modified_gmt":"2014-02-21T22:42:18","slug":"rituals-of-love-and-regeneration","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/dancebeat\/2014\/02\/rituals-of-love-and-regeneration\/","title":{"rendered":"Rituals of Love and Regeneration"},"content":{"rendered":"

Souleymane Badolo at St. Mark’s Church and David Parker’s The Bang Group at Joe’s Pub brighten a blustery weekend.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Souleymane Badolo in his Benon<\/em>. Photo: Yi-Chun Wu<\/p><\/div>\n

How often do Valentine\u2019s Day and President\u2019s Day share the same long weekend? And how often do you venture out to see dancing in a city so snowy that Central Park evokes Valley Forge, and then discover upon leaving the performance that rain is pouring down and the street you have to cross has become a little Delaware? Better perhaps to have stayed home, eaten chocolates with your best beloved, and watched the Olympians do beautiful and sometimes very strange things on ice and snow.<\/p>\n

Entering St. Mark\u2019s Church on February 13th to see Danspace Project\u2019s presentation of Souleymane Badolo\u2019s Benon<\/em> is indeed like entering another world, or\u2014wait!\u2014 is it? \u201cBenon\u201d means harvest in one of the languages spoken in Badolo\u2019s West African birthplace, Burkina Faso (I\u2019m guessing it\u2019s hot and dry there tonight). However, a very large see-through bin crammed with plastic water bottles sits in one corner of the church, and another hangs tilted opposite it; lights within these makes them glow ominously yet alluringly. Some harvest! In another corner stands a black door-shaped frame irregularly criss-crossed by dark slats (set by Tony Turner). Entering slowly in semi-darkness, Badolo strews his terrain with plastic glasses. When lighting designer Carol Mullins turns blue beams on them, they glitter like ice, like diamonds.<\/p>\n

Two themes can be discerned in this somewhat mystifying piece: rituals unfamiliar to some of us that honor the earth and growing things, and an-too-familiar crisis: pollution of the environment. Badolo, who has lived and worked in New York since 2009, wants to link them.<\/p>\n

Benon<\/em> moves slowly, giving the spectators who are seated on four sides of the church plenty of time to ponder what we\u2019re seeing, and maybe to zone out occasionally\u2014the latter state induced by a combination of the work\u2019s leisurely pace and the fatigue of getting across town.<\/p>\n

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Charmaine Warren and Souleymane Badolo in Benon<\/em>. Behind them: Jeff Hudgins plays his sax.
Photo: Yi-Chun Wu<\/p><\/div>\n

Badolo is not the only performer. Pressed close behind him, stepping when he steps, is a smaller person, wearing a skirt constructed of black plastic trash bags, overlaid with a billowing hooded coat made of clear ones (costumes by Omotayo Wunmi Olaiya). Who is this female creature? Do we credit her with creative recycling, or fear her as Queen of Trash? I tend toward the latter. When she finally reveals herself to be Charmaine Warren, a charismatic performer, she seems to fascinate, taunt, and lure Badolo. He sets the scattered glasses on end; she knocks them away. They struggle quite violently, his hand covering her face. Divested of her coat, however, she assumes a different kind of life.<\/p>\n

Alone onstage, Warren crouches and slithers along the floor, her eyes searching in various directions. The music, which has consisted of intermittent windy tones, acquires plucked, metallic sounds (somewhat like those of a thumb piano), percussion, voices. Gradually she rises like a plant seeking the light; her shoulders circle, her spine undulates, her hands ripple. When she steps out on one foot and raises her other knee high, she seems to grow several inches. Mullins gives her a circle of light, warms her with a dawn glow. You forget that that this empowered woman\u2019s skirt is a cut-up garbage bag.<\/p>\n

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(L to R): Jeff Hudgins, Souleymane Badolo, and Christine Warren in Benon<\/em>. Photo: Yi-Chun Wu<\/p><\/div>\n

When Badolo enters again, he\u2019s wearing an extraordinary kind of back-plate made of grasses (sculpted by him, Jon Isherwood, and Richard MacPike) with more grasses standing up along the sleeves of his red shirt. Now it\u2019s his turn to dance with complicated, oiled movements that pass like thoughts through his body and limbs. Warren becomes more of a helper\u2014laying out plates, posing him, removing the masking grasses so that he can move more freely. Jeff Hudgins, who has been improvising\u2014sparsely and intermittently\u2014 on his saxophone becomes more prominent, and when Badolo and Warren begin some big, open dancing in unison, he walks into their duet, and they all rejoice.<\/p>\n

What has happened? Has pollution been sent packing? Not likely. But the earth is still producing, and two terrific performers have danced for us.<\/p>\n

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L to R, foreground): Nic Petry and Amber Sloan; at back: David Parker (hidden) and Jeffrey Kazin in Parker’s Head Over Heels<\/em>. Photo: Yi-Chun Wu<\/p><\/div>\n

The next night, February 14th, you need ingenuity and width of stride to get across the pools surrounding blocked storm drains. But when Joe\u2019s Pub opens its doors a little after 6 P.M., the place fills steadily. How could you resist a Dancemopolitan commission called Head Over Heels<\/em> on a day that celebrates romance? The Bang Group (choreographer David Parker, Jeffrey Kazin, Nic Petry, and Amber Sloan) has taken on the challenges, perils, and pleasures of love. In this wryly charming cabaret show, the performers sing, tap dance, and tangle to a medley of tunes, old and new. All this, of course, on Joe\u2019s Pub\u2019s pocket-sized stage (cleverly lit by Lauren Parrish), while very discreet waitpeople slip around delivering food and drink.<\/p>\n

The titles of the show\u2019s ten sections all begin with \u201cre,\u201d as in \u201cRestlessness,\u201d \u201cReconciliation,\u201d and \u201cRecrimination.\u201d There\u2019s more than a hint of irony, ruefulness, and resignation in some of the music Parker has chosen, such as Frank Loesser\u2019s \u201cNever Will I Marry\u201d from Greenwillow<\/em> and the defiant \u201cFifty Percent\u201d (music by Billy Goldenberg) whose lyrics (by Alan and Marilyn Bergman) announce that getting half of what you want from someone you love and who loves you is still a hell of a lot. Jeff Blumenkrantz\u2019s \u201cMoving Right Along\u201d takes a sardonic look at the search for the right partner (for the night, for life). Petry, Kazin, and Parker stroll about an imaginary gay bar, eyeing now this guy, now that one, as they argue about relative merits (\u201ctoo peppy, too preppy, too Johnny Deppy. . .\u201d).<\/p>\n

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Jeffrey Kazin (L) and David Parker sing their hearts out in Head Over Heels<\/em>. Photo: Yi-Chun Wu<\/p><\/div>\n

Wearing tap shoes, black trousers, white shirts and vests, black ties, and black tailcoats whose lapels are edged in white (costumes by Pei-Chi Su), the four slip expertly on and off the stage, adjusting their attire for less formal moments. I didn\u2019t remember that all these performers were such adroit tappers or that all three men could put over a song so expertly. In \u201cReconsideration,\u201d Kazin, his black tie undone, sings the Burt Bachrach-Hal David \u201cWanting Things\u201d and Bob Merrill\u2019s \u201cHer Face\u201d from Carnival<\/em> (switching the references to \u201chis face\u201d), while Parker serves as stool for him to sit on and slips to the floor between his legs to become a minor obstacle. Yet Kazin, without missing a note or an inflection, helps Parker to his feet when necessary and caresses his head in passing. The two end standing, nestled together, holding hands, and rocking as if on a single front-porch chair. It\u2019s a lovely way of visualizing lyrics that tell how someone you never noticed much has become a vibrant presence.<\/p>\n

Body rhythms become a way of conversing in \u201cReconciliation.\u201d Sloan and Petry employ clapping, slapping, and barefoot stamping on a mic\u2019d floor to exchange questions, display affection, and yield to anger (their \u201cscore\u201d was inspired by Steve Reich\u2019s Clapping Music<\/em>). This number seems a bit long, but the combination of shifting emotions and smart percussion is a treat.<\/p>\n

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Amber Sloan and Nic Petry tangle in David Parker’s Head Over Heels<\/em>. Photo: Yi-Chun Wu<\/p><\/div>\n

As a witty little nod to ballet elegance and absurdity, Kazin and Parker sing Giacomo Rossini\u2019s Duetto Buffo di Due Gatti<\/em>. Rubbing and butting up against each other, they whip through lyrics that consist of these Italian cats\u2019many iterations and virtuosic embellishments of \u201cMiau!\u201d Sloan and Petry arrive when the music changes to Tchaikovsky\u2019s playful music for \u201cPuss and Boots\u201d from The Sleeping Beauty<\/em>.<\/p>\n

The evening ends with another Reich-inspired number, \u201cRestoration.\u201d This time all four winning performers tap complex counterpoint in a huddle that keeps winding into different tight formations; occasionally they kiss hands or lips in passing. Not always tidy, but crisp and fresh. As in long-term love, timing and cooperation are crucial, and surprises continue to lurk.<\/p>\n

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Jeffrey Kazin (L), Amber Sloan, and Nic Petry work out a relationship. Photo: Yi-Chun Wu<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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