The Charming Rudolph
A recent “Iconoclasts” with Mikhail Baryshnikov and Alice Waters, coupled with Ziggy’s recent post about seeing Michael Clark dance, reminded me of a funny dance moment.
”Iconoclasts” is an interesting show, and the episode with Baryshnikov and Waters is especially wonderful. Check your local listings or IconoclastsTV.com to catch a future viewing. Did you see the one with Michael Stipe and Mario Batoli? Also entertaining; I’ve seen it about five times, natch.
I saw Rudolph Nureyev dance “Don Quixote” at our fabulous (we Atlantans are required to use that superlative with every mention) Fox Theater in 1982.
My beau scored great seats: fifth row center. You could see Nureyev’s beautifully sculpted face, every working muscle,his charm emanating from each movement. I was enchanted.
About halfway through the first act, Nureyev sprouted a tiny hole on the crotch of his leotard. Yes, right there, front and center. As the act went on and he leapt and spun and danced, the hole grew larger and larger. It was noticeable to maybe the first ten rows, and there were some giggles. (I wasn’t one of them … although I couldn’t stop watching the hole as it grew. Do you damn blame me?)
At the end of the act, Nureyev glided to the front of the stage, looked at those of us who could see the hole, shrugged and winked with a cocky grin, then strutted his way off stage.
Damn, he was as cool as he was lovely.