A couple of days ago I wrote in praise of Merce Cunningham, who was one of the most influential choreographers of the 20th century, along with Martha Graham, that he taught me that imperfect bodies dance as beautifully and as meaningfully as perfect ones.
I know people think it’s all motivational to say, “Anything worth doing is worth doing well,” but I notice that doesn’t seem to apply, for example, to sex, which quite a lot of people seem to be enthusiastic about whether or not they do it well. So, NO! say I — anything worth doing is worth doing, regardless of whether you do it well.
Like sex, dance is one of those things.
Now, over the last week, I’ve noticed in my ramblings through other blogs embeds of the “JK Wedding Entrance Dance” YouTube video. Enough other bloggers embedded it that I figured it was old news. Plus, I seldom watch videos online because I’m often working while my father sleeps and I work in the bedroom next to his so I don’t want to wake him up or disturb his sleep. So I ignored the video until I chanced across it while I was looking for background on the brewing war on the obese — the toxic blogger who was denouncing the obese also was wroth over this video. Now, ironically, what motivated me to watch the video, besides the fact that my father was awake and downstairs, was her denunciation of the video and everyone in it. I thought, “How bad could it be?”
Gentle readers! “The JK Wedding Entrance Dance” is wonderful! It is a joy! It is an expression of everything good and true and right and benevolent! It is proof of the lesson Merce Cunningham taught: it is dance because they intend it to be dance, and it is beautiful because it is dance:
Update, August 2: Jill and Kevin have a Web site where the video is posted and people can donate to a charity that works to end domestic violence.
To quote my favorite writer, G.K. Chesterton: “Anything worth doing is worth doing badly.”
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I so cannot dance to save my life. It’s not just that I’m horrible, or that I look like a dork (I do frequently do plenty of stuff on purpose that makes me look like a dork with no shame, so that isn’t the problem).
It’s almost like there’s a disconnect between what I hear and how my body reacts to it, which makes any attempt to dance outside of a mosh pit a display of Frankensteinian irrhytmic lurching.
So very, very, not good. Not even bad in an amusing way….
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