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Watching this clip is like the way I think about dancing. I mean, when I watch dancing, I think of it as a series of shapes and lines. Well, I don’t actively, consciously think of that, it’s kind of how I see it.

flight patterns from Charlie McCarthy on Vimeo.

But it’s not just how I see it. It’s also how I feel it, and how I hear the music. The music is like a series of patterns and shapes – each sound is a shape or a series of forms. And they fit together. So you get repeating patterns and you get random moments, but they all work as part of a whole piece of music.
When I watch a really good dancer, I see those shapes and lines that I hear in the music. When I watch a really good dancer, they make me see the music in particular shapes. Their bodies make the shapes, but their shapes tell me how they hear the music at that moment. And it changes each time they dance.
When it’s two people dancing together, you see two people making shapes at that moment. They make the music into something you can see.
When I watch that clip, it reminds me of dancing, because it’s making something moving into something still or constant. It’s like that with dancing – it’s something moving. Your brain recognises the shapes and connects the dots with a sort of line of understanding or meaning. But that line doesn’t really exist, except in your head.
And when I’m actually dancing, it’s like my body makes the shapes of the music. But it happens outside my conscious brain. I can practice and practice and learn to understand how to control the shapes my body makes, and refine the way I use it as a tool, but, really, the best dancing happens when your brain turns off and you just connect your body up to the music in a direct line. A direct current, from the musicians to your body.
I’ve been watching these clips from ULHS and thinking about the way the camera angle has changed the way I watched the dancers.

Blues Finals ULHS

blues finals ULHS

blues finals ULHS
Usually dance clips are shot from the middle distance, not from above. So we see the dancers in tableau, front elevation. They move and turn horizontally or vertically in front you. But these clips are from above, so we look down onto the dancers. And suddenly I see them from a completely different angle. I notice things I hadn’t seen before. In the first clip the follow sits out, her hips back, while she’s in open. I see it from above in a way I wouldn’t have from below.
Watching the later clips, especially of Todd and Peter dancing with their partners, these leads’ propensity for spinning their follows is emphasised. We see the follows spin and spin and spin. From a side or front view, we’d see the different types of spin, and the movements would be more interested, because we’d see more than the tops of these women’s heads.
This simple shift in perspective reminds me that when most dancers watch other dancers or think about dancing, they’re thinking about their own view from the edge of the dance floor. They’re not thinking about other perspectives. Suddenly, opera and traditional theatre with its tiered seating seems more radical than any busted fourth wall.
I do like these three clips from ULHS. I’ve heard a bit of smack talk about them, critiquing the leads as too ‘leady’. Of course they are – these two are the lead-centric leads; it’s just that other leads are suddenly seeing this for the first time. Any follow could’ve told you before, because any follow will have felt with her body the effect of all that centrifugal force. Other comments have been that this ‘isn’t blues’, that ‘it’s lindy’. Which is exasperating. I really hate bullshit lines where people declare a particular sequence of steps indelibly lindy hop or blues. I especially, especially hate it when people declare a song ‘slow lindy’ rather than ‘blues’. Use your fucking imagination, kids.
AND
How the fuck can you be so sure of the boundaries of a dance? When I’m dancing, I certainly don’t think ‘no way, buddy, that’s lindy hop there’. I feel a lead and I might think ‘oh, this feels like tango’ or ‘a nice swingout, here, even at this tempo!’ but I’m not thinking ‘now I’m lindy hopping’ when a lead adds some swingouts to a slow ‘blues’ song.
It’s madness, just madness, to my mind. It is all just movement, and you can make even one single move feel and work as any type of dance – you just have to work with the music and your partner and what’s going on in the music.
I have to stop typing now. I’m typing is so fucking crap right now – all that using a pod and only using 140 characters has fucked up my typing. I need to do more writing.
Blog – attend me!

I like thinking about the American jazz musicians who went to France. I like to think of the African American musicians, persecuted and segregated and marginalised while record companies and promotors made squillions from their music, escaping to Paris where they were appreciated and valued and feted as musical giants.
I like thinking about American musicians meeting French and European musicians in Paris and getting together to make new music. I like thinking of the gypsy tradition getting together with the African American tradition and making music which subverted and transgressed and basically broke all the freeking rules.
I think this is why I like this album. You can hear Django and Stephan quite clearly, and you just know they were having lots of fun. I like imagining these guys getting together in a small back room and playing their hearts out. The locals excited to be playing with American friends they’d admired from afar; the American visitors excited to be playing with the amazing local talent.
I like this album as well. The story behind these recordings is a good one. After Glenn Miller was lost at sea during the war some members of his band were left in France with little money to cover their expenses. So they recorded some action with some local talent, including Django. These recordings are far hotter and more exciting than any of Miller’s later work (though his early gear is fully sick).
I don’t know much about American jazz in France, but I like thinking about it. It also reminds me that Ken Burns’ Jazz documentary sold itself (and its audiences) short with its insistence that jazz is a purely American phenomenon.
This sort of thinking also reminds me of the effects of musicians touring in Australia during the same period. Not to mention dancers.
As I said, I know next to nothing about this. But it’s something I like to imagine. Especially the bit about black American musicians leaving a country where they couldn’t even stay in the same hotels or eat in the same restaurants as white musicians, and arriving in France where their music was massively popular and the people were really excited just to meet them.

I keep returning to Zora Neale Hurston.

Negro dancing is a dynamic suggestion. No matter how violent it may appear to the beholder, every posture gives the impression that the dancer will do much more. For example, the performer flexes one knee sharply, assumes a ferocious face mask, thrusts the upper part of the body forward with clenched fists, elbows taut as in hard running or grasping a thrusting blade. That is all. But the spectator himself adds the picture of ferocious assault, hears the drums and finds himself keeping time with the music and tensing himself for the struggle. It is compelling insinuation. That is the very reason the spectator is held so rapt. He is participating in the performance himself – carrying out the suggestions of the performer.
The difference in the two arts is: the white dancer attempts to express fully; the Negro is restrained, but succeeds in gripping the beholder by forcing him to finish the action the performer suggests. Since no art can ever express all the variations conceivable, the Negro must be considered the greater artist, his dancing is realistic suggestion, and that is about all a great artist can do (Zora Neal Hurston)

Hurston, Zora Neale, “Characteristics of Negro Expression” The Jazz Cadence of American Culture. Ed. Robert G. O’Meally, 1998. New York: Columbia University Press, 298-310.
(I can’t find the original date for this right now – will look later).
I like this discussion of performer/spectator interaction, and the necessity of spectators participating in the performance. This is call-and-response at another level.

EDIT: Sorry there are so many typos/bung urls, etc. I just wrote and posted this without editing, and now I can’t be arsed – Zac Efron is calling.

Dancing the cakewalk was very popular just before the turn of the century and afterwards. It had evolved from slavery, when blacks mimicked the formal dances of the whites, sometimes, evidently, to the delight of the slave owners. Clearly, the blacks were doing some subtle things unseen by the whites, who doubtless were amused by these ‘inferior’ blacks attempting their dances. The cakewalk had resilience, however, and toward the end of the century fashionable whites were doing it. So here was a black dance parodying white dance danced by trendy whites. Finally, black dancers, responding to the new popularity of the dance, displayed it, improvised on it, and ended up dancing a black dance parodying white dance danced by whites now danced by blacks. Singing a song in black skin in blackface is part of the same structure; the black dancers are doing something else in their cakewalk, and so is the singer (Gayle Pemberton (from The Jazz Cadence of American Life, p 279))

I am endlessly fascinated by the idea of performing identity – slipping on a mask, stepping into a costume, painting on skin. I’m particularly interested in the scope for performance offered by dance and song – singing black, singing white, singing gentile, singing jew; dancing black, dancing white, dancing class, dancing gender. There’s quite a bit written on it, including by me in regards to gender performance (with specific reference to swivels in a swingout, women leading and women solo dancing in a lindy-dominated scene). There’s stuff written about white bands ‘playing black’ in recordings and on radio, and about jewish musicians playing gentile or black or… this is where it gets complicated. I think I like this idea because we are all performing identity at any time (and I always think of Judith Butler here), but we are only occasionally explicitly engaged in performing a specific identity or persona.
Imitation and impersonation in dance fascinate me (and I dedicated chunks of chapters to the issue in my PhD), in part because the line between imitation-as-the-sincerest-form-of-flattery and impersonation-as-ridicule-or-derision is so thin if there at all. Sometimes the perfect imitation intended as compliment is read as derision. Sometimes a performance gains its very value through the delicate tipping point – is this derision? Is it flattery? Are we laughing at this dancer, with them? I’ve taken great pleasure (and satisfaction) myself in imitating dancers who’ve irritated me, and then integrating that imitation into a dance so that it only reads as derision if you read on the slant. Safety in subterfuge and all.
I think that issues of power are indelibly inked in performances of identity, particularly in regards to race and class. Its particularly true of cakewalk, and disturbingly true of blackface and minstrelsy. Minstrelsy is a topic which has attracted great scholarly attention, and there is material written about black artists performing in blackface. I am interested in the way this putting-on of identity (and race and class) begins to blur and confuse when we drill down, as Pemberton’s paragraph implies. I like it that we can’t quite be sure of what is going on. I like this element of confusion and of deceit and of slippery meaning. It is a type of power in itself, particularly when the performer is disenfranchised by the setting, the society, the culture. It reminds me of the great pleasure of a lie well told.
The only thing better than a good story well told is a bold lie well embroidered. And not found out. I like the tension of deceit, I like the boldness of a pile of bullshit presented in conversation or public assembly. I like its creative edge, I like the way it breaks the rules and tips over our ideas of what is ‘true’ and what is ‘good’. We all know that a story is better told with a little embellishment, and a good part of the bettering lies in the knowledge that there is some untruth here. Something made up. Something sneaky.
I think this is why I am particularly fond of the story about Marshall Stearns and cats corner. The story goes: Stearns, in the course of his research into African American dance in the 1950s, was told a series of stories about the Savoy ballroom and of ballroom culture in Harlem in the 20s and 30s. He was told that if an untried novice dared take to the floor in ‘cats corner’ (where all the very best dancers danced), they would be taken outside and beaten. He was also told a number of other stories of dubious veracity. Some years later ageing dancers told another version of the story, with the important aside: oh, they was having a game with Stearns; it was exaggerated, it wasn’t like that.
Now, my favourite part of this whole story is that we aren’t quite sure where the deceit begins. Or where the untruth leaves off. Was the original story exaggerated, a lie? Was the later amendment another lie? I also like it that the researcher (whose book Jazz Dance is the authoritative text on the subject) is the butt of the joke, whichever way it lies. He has no way of knowing what was true and what was not. His research – his data – is ‘corrupted’ by the subjects. The power of the researcher in-the-field is neatly undone by a few layers of maybe and perhaps-not.
This of course reminds me of a brief discussion on twitter a little while ago, where a friend asked ‘does the subject have a duty to participate in research which is of benefit to the whole community’ (I paraphrase here, because I’ve forgotten the wording). I thought immediately of this story of cats corner, and of my own wrestling with the ‘power’ of the researcher and the ‘might’ of the research. I eventually decided that to suggest that researchers have a ‘right’ to data, or that subjects have a ‘responsibility’ to participate is to enshrine the power of researcher (white, middle class, male… or otherwise empowered) and the disempowerment of the subject. And, above all, this thinking values particular types of knowledge and discourse above all others – the written word, the published page, the institutionalised speaker and voice. A large part of my thesis was spent discussing the importance of dance as public discourse for the utterly disenfranchised African slaves who had absolutely no access to public discourse. ‘Meaning went underground’. Meaning became slippery and dependent upon particular knowledge and experience for its ‘proper’ deconstruction/construction.
I think that I like the idea of a research subject lying to a researcher. I like the way its purpose was no doubt (but then, entirely questionably) for humour’s sake – for a joke, a laugh at the expense of the naive. A joke eventually to be found out, and then (hopefully) to be shared again. Because it is the finding out of the joke, of the deceit, of the lie, that makes it work. If a joke, a deceit, goes unnoticed, it isn’t a lie; it’s a truth. And I suppose this is where it is most powerful. And dangerous.
I came across that Pemberton quote today and was reminded of the issue. There was a brief question about blacks in blackface on twitter, and that set me thinking about it again…
Of course, I need to just add that all this is interesting when you think about jazz. Jazz is about improvisation (making stuff up) within a broader, shared structure. In the case of jazz, this shared structure is the score or melody or riff (or whatever). In terms of social interaction, it is culture and social norm. In dance, it is the partner structure (lindy hop) or the sounds of steel heels on wood (tap) or… I am most interested in jazz music and dance because improvisation – innovation, making things up, creativity – is an essential part of the formal system. Without it, we are just listening to dull old lists of rules. With improvisation (which includes impersonation and performances of other people) there is light and laughter and excitement. And interest. Lots of interest.
I talked about performance and gender here in reference to Beyonce and all the single ladies, Armstrong and performing blackness/masculinity and the power of satire and humour. More Armstrong and gender/class/ethnicity stuff here, here and here.
I wrote about hot and cool and cakewalk (and contrasting layers of meaning) here.
There’s also some talk about gender and performance in dance here and here.