I’m cheating today… I’m not in my kitchen. I’m at my desk. I can’t leave. I’ve had about 4 hours’ sleep but I’m buzzing. Juncture has been launched and at 11pm last night I was here, in the mix, in the middle of it all. Truth was, I probably could have gone home earlier but I felt infected by a need to stay. I‘ve been hit by a big tidal wave of creativity and now I can’t rest.
Those of you who read yesterday’s blog are probably wondering if I ever met Martin (both of them) and the answer is, yes. I did. The Martins, accompanied by Gary, Company Manager and Ibelisse, performer from Nicole Beutler’s 1:Songs, were eagerly transported in my Kia C’eed to the Tetley Brewery in central Leeds, narrowly missing the entire event due to my inability to find the entrance to the car park. “I can see it…it’s there. I just can’t find my way in…”
I softened the mood with conversation about my obsession with Nick Cave and they discussed Karaoke in Russian bars.
The launch felt good. There was a nice energy and an interested crowd. The most moving work was Hugo Glendinning’s photographic installation, showing a collection of pictures that dived and darted between beautiful dancing bodies, expansive landscapes and images of children, family and sumo wrestlers. The live music was woven seamlessly into the experience and I felt genuinely moved.
This was about people and everything they are capable of. How beautiful and ugly we can be and where we all start and all finish. This would have been a good recommendation in the playground and I suddenly longed to be standing there with all my parental friends. I think they would have liked this. I think it would have moved them. If nothing else, they would have enjoyed the free wine.
After reuniting with the Martins, Gary and Ibelisse, I transported them over to Yorkshire Dance for a triple bill. I subsequently lost two of them to the pub next door but I figured they could be forgiven… it had been a long day and the intensity of the launch might have resulted in the need for a beer. The foyer was packed and buzzing and the front of house team were doing a sterling effort at keeping everyone moving.
I think I lost the plot a bit in the subsequent couple of hours. I liked the work… the deadpan humour of Not Tony and the fluid mesmerising movements of Liquid Gold. The real jewel in the crown for me was Louise Wallinger’s Annoying the Neighbours. It was funny, well observed and, most importantly, it connected with the crowd.
I left thinking about my own neighbours, the ones who kept me awake at night by fighting loudly or doing the opposite (which was marginally more disturbing). The ex-Moulin Rouge Dancer, now in her 70’s who used to show me black and white photos of feathered women, smiling in contorted poses with lace-rimmed fans. The neurotic neighbour, who rang the police because she thought my husband was trying to break into her house. He wasn’t, and, after a lot of subsequent confusion and a gift bag from Boots, we managed to smooth over any potential distress we’d caused her.
I get to meet Louise Wallinger today and I feel a desperate need to share my stories with her. I’m sure the other 80 audience members wanted to do the same. She’d opened us up through her world of recorded interviews and hit upon something we all share. We all have a story and we all want to talk about it. Or at least I do.
Youth & Community Dance Director