The new season of So You Think You Can Dance? is well under way. To say I’m disappointed is putting it mildly – not in the dancers but in the apparent format change to ‘shake things up,’ which merely allows dancers to say in their comfort zones without shaking anything up. Which was a bit of a ruse as the second show of the season revealed by tossing dancers randomly into all genres.

high kicked to the curb
One of the things that makes the compelling is seeing how genre busting many of the dancers are when push out of those comfort zones. Poppers who mastered Viennese Waltzes, modern ballerinas who could crump with the best of them – now that was amazing stuff. But a face off between street & stage is more the public deciding which dance style is more popular not which dancer is best liked.
The audition shows didn’t show enough dancers. Too much backstory & not enough performances. I quickly could tell those backstories before they were told – mother/father/grandmother dying/dead of cancer; overcoming street gangs/drugs/injury. Where are the greedy guts who want to win for the sheer glory of winning? It’s as if its shameful to want to be the best for the sake of being the best.

not much kick ball change here
I’ve also found over the years that sexism runs rampant on the show – there are far too many routines that rely on the female dancers to be in semi-bondage, stripper wear to tell the story – temptresses. The males on the other hand almost get shamed for baring themselves too much. When two guys did a number in the sort of costumes the women get put in one of the judges said ‘we’ll have to talk to costume so this doesn’t happen again.’ One thing about Can Dance I admire is that they do bring back the most talented of the past competitors, sometimes as judges, choreographers or to dance with the current season’s finalists. I’m also enjoying the move to more group pieces this season.

pas de bureau
I also have to admit that I cannot, off the top of my head, name a past winner. I can recall faces, abs but names are gone. Twitch (who was a runner up) has stuck because of his stage name & his amazing dancing – his real name? Ditto for past winner Fik-Shun. A glance at the Wiki list gives all the names, but frankly who cares.
The sides have been picked & the first eliminations have happened. The judges have their say on technique but I seriously doubt if the viewing public cares as much about grande jetes as they do about washboard abs. To be honest I’m much the same way – it’s personality that leads to the big win on this show and for my $ the street team has all the personality. At this point that $ is on Virgil, though this could be the season a female street dancer finally wins.

Angel Spoons
Angel spoons
tap the soles of my feet
the spoons have stirred coffee
warm sweet
sugar flows up through me
sings a little song
under every word I speak
gives them a little tingle
of the dance of the clouds
of the java of hava a good day
hava a good time
become a friend of mine
we can dance together
as angel spoons play
the way we see the world
the still the twirled
the rapid the desired
the quick of fire
sleek of the stream cup
the liquorice tango tangle
that wraps us black red
on off the bed
the zig zag zip that locks us
a cascading tinkle of spoons
on the roof of our mouths
dangles off the eaves of the night
trapping romancing
the streetlight
the ginger cat fragrance
of fresh brewed mood
the moon reflects so small
off the jangling movements
of golden toe nails
angel spoons echo
through the time left
to get from the night to the day
they giggle with play
insinuate into the silence
with a small silver chime
I hear that faint near jingle
reflect darting glints
over the faces of dancers
suspended inches above ground
swirling twirling shirts shirts
fleshy fragrant
breathing revolving
the happy tappy grace
angel spoons nudge us in circles
like coffee
warm sweet
wishing the well to one and all
sprawling calling
recalling the tickle in the blood
that means prayers have been answered
our soaring spirits aren’t sore footed
from glancing off the sun
to bridge the gap between
the tinkle and the ear
the click strum of spoons
on the palm
carries a message
drapes us back into the endless fold
where we can enjoy
angel spoons
tapping on the soles of our feet

September 3-6 – attending – Fan Expo

( I’ve registered already 🙂 )
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October 18, Sunday – feature: Cabaret Noir: Inner Child Sacrifice

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November 1 – 30 Participating NaNoWriMo

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I’m no angel
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