Lar Lubovitch

Last night I went to City Center to see the Lar Lubovitch Dance Company. There were three pieces: Jangle, Men's Stories and Dvorak Serenade. The first was a happy melange of emotional fluidity. It sounds simple but such expressive joy is rare. The incredible technical abilities of the dancers never let you hesitate at thought, and the choreography was a perfect song that you'd heard when you were young and never forgot.
Men's Stories was about guyness. The dumb masses of men became bodies of articulate muscle. Their hearts melted down, ran into their nervous systems and there flesh became liquid semaphores. We, the audience, were always with them, posturing, laughing, fighting, rutting, and singing the love of leap, slink and roll.
Dvorak Serenade seemed to be made from the alphabet of nature-the wind through the tall grass, the movement of leaves, the eddies of water-embodied in a group of young humans. They danced back and forth across the stark stage pulling the imagery of summer and young love with them.
Afterwards I was full of the fizz of beautiful acts.