Paul: Holly

it ws ME that cheered……
at least, in Berkeley, I was the only one. it was funky — literally, the weight and attack that belongs to funk, that’s what I felt about it. I’ve only seen it once.
Apollinaire adds: In New York, at the State Theater, there was a small contingent of cheerers. They were seated in the first balcony, in the usual balletomane corner, and my first thought was that the virtuosity of Holly Farmer’s solo was so extreme that the the shades of the usual occupants of those seats had urged the present audience on. A nice palimpsest.