{"id":942,"date":"2012-07-25T08:03:40","date_gmt":"2012-07-25T12:03:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/dancebeat\/?p=942"},"modified":"2012-07-26T11:23:57","modified_gmt":"2012-07-26T15:23:57","slug":"men-dancing-then-and-now","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/dancebeat\/2012\/07\/men-dancing-then-and-now\/","title":{"rendered":"Men Dancing: Then and Now"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Robert Swinston (front) and Germaul Barnes in The Men Dancers: From the Horse’s Mouth <\/em>(dress rehearsal). Photo: Taylor Crichton<\/p><\/div>\n

Eighty years ago, when Ted Shawn assembled the all-male company that toured the U.S. with him during the 1930s, he aimed to eradicate the notion that dancing was for sissies (the polite, if bullying term for boys whose masculinity was in doubt). Almost all of those who joined Shawn\u2019s Men Dancers were graduates of Springfield College\u2019s Physical Education Department, and he toughened them further in those Depression years by having them hammer, hew, and dig to make the Massachusetts farm known as Jacob\u2019s Pillow into their headquarters. Judging by newspaper reviews of the group\u2019s tours, Shawn\u2019s messianic fervor and the guys\u2019 displays of well-muscled torsos and athletic zest achieved his goal.<\/p>\n

Black-and-white films show them leaping about an outdoor wooden platform; they were good at bursting into the air and walloping it with their arms\u2014without the finesse that would have perhaps branded them as effeminate, but with an orderliness that could be identified as soldierly. Shawn sneaked in lyricism and talked about ancient Greek athletes. Most of the men were drafted during World II, and afterward, few of them returned to dance. For the others, their performing life had been rewarding during rough economic times, but they packed it away along with the rest of their boyhood.<\/p>\n

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Ted Shawn in the 1930s. Photo: Jacob’s Pillow archive<\/p><\/div>\n

A clip of Shawn\u2019s Kinetic Molpai<\/em> appears on the wall of the Pillow\u2019s Doris Duke Studio Theater to open The Men Dancers: From the Horse\u2019s Mouth<\/em>, an all-male version of the structured improvisation that Tina Croll and James Cunningham have been presenting with various motley casts since 1998. Anyone watching the show in Becket, Massachusetts (July 11-14) might have wondered what Shawn and his hale young men moving in exalted unison would have thought of the 25 dancers who performed From the Horse\u2019s Mouth<\/em> in honor of the Pillow\u2019s 80th<\/sup> anniversary. (Glimpse Shawn\u2019s men at http:\/\/www.danceinteractive.jacobspillow.org\/dance\/ted-shawns-men-dancers.)<\/p>\n

These performers (I saw the opening-night cast) are tall, short, slender, beefy, young, mature, nimble, slghtly stiff. They speak ballet, tap, flamenco, jazz, modern dance, and Bharata Natyam. They are Broadway stars, choreographers, teachers, and artistic directors of companies. A few have had long careers; some are just getting started on theirs. They represent a rainbow of races.<\/p>\n

Standard gender images are up for grabs. Emanuel Abruzzo performs an elegant solo on pointe and later returns in shirt and trousers for more down-to-earth stuff. Some who\u2019re gay let us know that (Chad Michael Hall gets an enthusiastic hand when he announces that he and his partner are planning their wedding). During intermittent diagonal processions, they parade in favorite costumes (like Arthur Aviles\u2019s circular-skirted red velvet dress or Germaul Barnes\u2019s jockstrap of tiny white shells plus a gorgeous glittery train and) or dream ones. And they perform bathed in Carol Mullins\u2019s fine lighting, in front of occasional slide shows of the many, many male dancers who have graced the Jacob\u2019s Pillow Dance Festival over the years. What do the onstage men have in common? Dancing is their life. Gus Solomons jr (no youngster and recovering from a back operation) currently walks with a cane. So what? Onstage, he\u2019s a king.<\/p>\n

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Pascal Rekoert parading in his finery. Photo: Taylor Crichton<\/p><\/div>\n

The structure of From The Horse\u2019s Mouth <\/em>promotes kinship and offers unexpected delights. Idiosyncratically outfitted in black with touches of red, each performer tells a short story; each one composes a 16-count movement phrase in place and varies it according to instructions he draws from a pile of cards; each creates a traveling phrase and follows the path mapped out on a card from another pile. These three activities, in rotation, all happen at the same time. A fourth person is free to improvise in response to what he observes the others doing. This may sound rigid, but as a veteran of mixed-gender renditions of the piece, I know that a relieving bit of elasticity respects some participants\u2019 limitations and lets others run moderately wild.<\/p>\n

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Trent Kowalik dances while Robert M. Valdez, Jr. tells his story. Photo: Taylor Crichton<\/p><\/div>\n

Their stories are inspiring, sobering, hilarious, deeply affecting. Many of the performers tell of an incident that started them off on their careers. They mention mentors. Cartier Williams had to free himself from a demonic one. Arthur Mitchell, founder of Dance Theater of Harlem, reminisces about a more generous one: George Balanchine (while in slides and film clips, the splendid young Mitchell dances his roles with the New York City Ballet). Trent Kowalik, 17, relives the long audition process that led him to being one of the boy leads in both the London and New York productions of Billy Elliott<\/em>. Lar Lubovich recalls auditioning to get into Juilliard, while behind him, the very young Lar performs, in grainy black-and-white, the very solo (his own composition) that impressed the judges.<\/p>\n

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(L to R) Chad Michael Hall, Arthur Mitchell, and Arthur Aviles. Behind them: Mitchell and Suzanne Farrell in Balanchine’s Agon<\/em>. Photo: Christopher Duggan<\/p><\/div>\n

Hari Krishnan, director of Toronto\u2019s inDance, provides a witty talking-demonstrating explication of the many evictions he endured from apartments as the result of his foot-stamping Bharata Natyam practice. John Heginbotham interpolates recipe instructions into his very funny account of the day when 2011\u2019s Hurricane Irene forced the cancelling of the Mark Morris Dance Group\u2019s final Jacob\u2019s Pillow performance (the dancers divided into two teams and had a wildly imaginative cook-off, which ended with them running drunkenly and nakedly out to dance in the rain). Aviles sings, in a m\u00e9lange of Spanish and English, his indescribable merger of \u201cSomewhere Over the Rainbow\u201d and the preparation of a favorite Latino treat.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m sure that by the last performance\u2014even with newcomers (such as Charles Askegard, former New York City Ballet principal dancer, and master tap artist Jason Samuels Smith) feeding in\u2014the backstage and onstage camaraderie among the men resulted in ever more daring interactions. But on opening night, it was grand to see, for example, Steven Melendez, who\u2019d been doing elegant ballet port de bras<\/em>, mesh with Hall into a duet of slow lifts and supports. Or lanky Kowalik trying to copy the tough, tight, jerky hip action of Yusaku Komori. Or Heginbotham echoing Bruno Argenta\u2019s Spanish arm gestures. Todd Allen and Cunningham embrace; Heginbotham cuts in politely, as if at a ballroom event, and hugs Cunningham. Dancers with little in common except for their commitment to dancing respect, investigate, and enjoy one another\u2019s moves.<\/p>\n

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Bruno Argenta shows his heelwork beneath long-ago NYCB dancer Nicholas Magallanes assailing the Berkshire sky. Photo: Christopher Duggan<\/p><\/div>\n

Other striking individuals that night:\u00a0 Norton Owen, Chet Walker, Miguel Anaya, Christopher Caines, Jamal Rashann Callender, and Joshua Beamish.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s really no point in wondering what men dancers eight decades ago would have thought of this smart, greatly gifted crew of professionals. What might have thrilled them though was the audience\u2019s hearty, happy applause for all kinds of dancing, all kinds of men.<\/p>\n

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