Merce’s marvelous Irish jig 3

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click roaratorio“It was unutterably moving to watch,” said long time company archivist David Vaughan of the historic reconstruction of “Roaratorio” (1983) that graced Merce Cunningham Dance Company’s fare-thee-well performances at Walt Disney Concert Hall this weekend.

“We all feel Merce in the dance.”

Indeed, watching company elder Robert Swinston, 60, clad in purple trousers, perform Cunningham’s solo midway through “Roaratorio’s” heady deconstruction of Irish social dance, you recognize the great departed dancer/choreographer’s idiosyncratic gestures.

The way Merce liked to lunge sideways, how he would kick like a Rockette while walking, stab a straight arm to advance himself through space … seeing this, you miss him. It makes you remember the thrilling moment when he would join his (young) group on stage — and the way his odd elfin presence, and his separateness, would affect the proceedings.

“Roaratorio”, for me, needed two viewings. The same dance whose hard-core relentlessness almost broke me on Friday, two days later swelled my emotions with its sensual beauty!

Sunday’s outpost in Disney Hall’s uppermost rows gave the most pleasurable perspective. There, on high, the aural flotsam and jetsam of John Cage’s brilliant Ireland-derived score wafted through their air. (James Joyce’s “Finnegans Wake” inspired the ambient sound collage — seagulls, car traffic, baby cries, moos, neighs.) And you could gaze down on Cunningham’s immensely contained, rigorous choreographic chess game.

The unceasing pageant of “Roaratorio” is revealed through many memorable dance episodes; Swinston indicates 36 components contributed to the whole. In the one sequence that, for me, forms the heart of the ballet’s long contiguous outpouring, four to five dancers traverse the stage, freely and grandly, adding and dropping colleagues from the wings as they go. It’s the tide washing over the shore, dislodging and dispersing pebbles and seaweed with each swipe. A man enters, but rather than join the pulsating group, he lifts and puts down a woman without losing a beat. It’s abstract, beautiful patterning, and when Cunningham adds the unexpected lift you think, aha, so this is choreography.

By “Roaratorio’s” end, you’re seeing an Irish village. The community’s youngsters engage in mating duets, facing one another, raising and holding hands high to the side. Only it’s fractured fairy tales; they’re broken puppets and it’s all off-sync; they’re herky-jerky reelers. Right at that moment, perfectly, a sheep rudely bleets in Cage’s score.

Other couples seem older: crisscrossing arms, they flowered seats for merceconduct a foggy do-si-do, slowly, methodically, promenading the stage. Here, a touch of Irish melancholia seeps in.

Merce, we knew ye well. Come on, he was the dance world’s leprechaun.

Cunningham trademarks are all there: the plethora of leaps (for a long stretch the dance seems to be all leaping), the stage-skittering “triplets,” the calmly planted big-bird arabesques, and, most familiar, upper-torso arches with sudden side- or upward-tilts of the head. Who else does this move? No one. Only Merce Cunningham.

Ah, Disney Hall as a dance venue! The dancers, when “off duty,” repair to seats behind the stage, still in full audience view, and there they rest, sip from water bottles and await re-entry. One cannot help but muse that architect Frank Gehry upholstered these seats with vibrant flowered fabric to honor Lillian Disney’s love of gardening. And that tonight, how we would do the same for Merce if only we could … hand him a huge bouquet.

mcdc photo credit: anna finke

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3 thoughts on “Merce’s marvelous Irish jig

  1. Keith Jun 8,2010 12:48 pm

    Love your piece on Merce.  Great interpretation of the changing arrangement of dancers as waves on sand, nice reference to M as a leprechaun, great use of quote to open the piece, just enough description of movement to visualize the experience and beautiful ending linking theater and homage to artist.  Glad you got to go the 2nd time . .

  2. Albert Reid Jun 7,2010 1:41 pm

    Fine review, Debra. I thought you captured the essence and spirit of the event.

  3. Stanley Brown Jun 7,2010 9:48 am

    Nice review…I was at Saturday's performance…I thought it was fascinating.
    I found myself distracted watching the dancers as they left the stage, toweled off, went upstairs, etc. I started following the off-stage adventures of a few of my favorite dancers!
    Overheard that many patrons walked out because of the warm temperature in the theater…kept warm for the dancers…too bad.
    Some clown in the lobby kept repeating: "the soundtrack's available for purchase…glad that was only an hour!"
    I thought the performance was lovely.

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