Run, don’t walk, and pick up the December 2005 issue of Dance Magazine. Its not online yet so I can’t link to it but trust me. In it, there is a brilliant essay on the frustration of a successful modern dancer, one who has worked with Bill T. Jones, White Oak, Trisha Brown, and Lawrence Goldhuber, just to name a few. Read about what its like to be a female dancer in her 30s looking to mature personally while maintaining a dance career. Read how she joins a long line of concert dancers who turn to Broadway to try and earn some real money without being part of an ever-touring modern dance company. Read about how when she was worried that some of her modern dance commitments could conflict with her joining a union she was told that the concerts weren’t even a blip on the radar which in one fell swoop deligitimized her, my, and your careers. Read about the personal struggle of her finally trying to make some money off of her technical skill while being begged not to give up on her art. Read, read, read and then…then…well, that’s really the problem now, isn’t it?
Third in the series.