Monday, November 13, 2017

1,000 Reasons To Hate Nick de Morgoli

Nick de Morgoli made a living taking pictures of icons in their decline: mental illness, tragedy, addiction, death. There are 1,000 reasons to hate him,  but this photo of Nijinsky is reason enough.  You can't know who Vaslav Nijinsky was and look at this picture without feeling upset.

 Every image in this post he took in his "photo shoot" of the tragic figure; the great Russian dancer and visionary Vaslav Nijinsky; the victim of his own genius and schizophrenia; a man who suffered more than he should have. 

Not enough for de Morgoli, it seems.  Why would a photographer want photos of someone eating soup?  They would not.  A parasite with a camera, on the other hand would take photos of a mentally ill icon in the sunset of his unfair existence.

Then sell the spoils to Getty Images. 

Life was cruel enough to Vaslav Nijinsky, I think so anyway.  But there is always a Nick de Morgoli to make it worse and then profit from it.  My heart hurts looking at these. My heart hurts for everything Nijinsky suffered.  Did you know that de Morgoli took over 40 photos of Nijinsky's funeral but only made money from the one where the coffin was sideways on the shoulders of pall bearers?

I hope you didn't have children you prick because you have cast a pall so dark that it will take generations to break free of it. 

Fuck you,


Sunday, November 12, 2017

Let Everything That Has Breath...

Stravinsky's "Symphony of Psalms" .   This choral symphony (1930) was, in keeping with the Maestro, a little jarring and dark for its' content. It is one of his greatest works.

(1966 recording session S.o.P)

I came to understand a little more about 
Stravinsky as a mortal man through this piece which is not a ballet and  should not be danced to, you idiot who has had me kicked me off of YouTube twice for posting his spectacular masterpiece which I GOT OFF THE INTERNET in the first place you Dutch dick..

The bulk of  "Symphony of Psalms" (you can listen here) presents something like the Rex tremendae in Mozart's Requiem which, by the way,  holds some of  the best kept liturgical secrets since the beginning of time.  It does not support itself. Yeah?

But when at last the voices elevate into the words of the Psalm, soaring into a stratosphere that feels incomprehensible, you know, something we will hear in the heavens, I think, that is when the work finds its subject and it is not God. 

It's Igor Stravinsky.  It is his prayer. 

Praise God in his sanctuary
 praise him in his mighty heavens.
 praise him for his surpassing greatness.
Praise him thew sounding of the trumpet
 praise him with the harp and lyre
Praise him with the timbrel and dancing
 praise him with the strings and pipe
Praise him with the clash of cymbals
 praise him with resounding cymbals.

Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.

When it comes to phenomenal endings, most people equate Stravinsky with "The Firebird" and why shouldn't they?  That final note seemed never to have been heard until then and crescendo had never been conceived.  The final minutes of "Symphony of Psalms" is - in my opinion - something greater.  

Is it possible to sustain the illumination and awe of the final note of "The Firebird"' for three solid minutes?  If we think of 1911 Stravinsky, man with so much to prove because of his late start, it is a great stretch.  But 20 years will change a person.  

"Symphony of Psalms" was born of a great humility.  At its core, despite being commissioned for the BSO, it is a simple offering from a simple man.  It is not an attempt.  There is no one to disprove there is nothing TO prove. 

So yeah, that Firebird note can be sustained - but only by the man who never understood a bar of music in his life.

Those minutes, that progression, those notes, this closing is enough to stop a persons' breath. There is a  physicality to it, a sense of falling and being caught then falling and being caught again and I believe this is an important piece to the legacy of Igor Stravinsky: a man who loved God. 

If you can not hear this, truly hear it, then you're never gonna get down with Stravinsky. Go listen to Souza marches.  I bet I did not spell Souza right.  Not a fan of spell check.

(the Kroiter & Koenig documentary of 1966 is the recording, at last, of the great Symphony of Psalms. )

Saturday, November 11, 2017

I Don't Want To Insult Anyone and i am already lying....

Hi, how's it going?  It's me, Fatova. 

I am still annoyed over that stuck up ballerina, telling me to be careful how I phrase Le Sacre.  

"Le Sacre du Printemps as faked by Joffrey, Archer, Hodson and a host of co-conspirators worldwide".  Is that better?  Don't tell me what to do.   

To argue the credibility of the choreography, one would need to bring proof of inauthenticty. At least that is how it works in every other thing in the world.  I don't know.  The lady in that video seems sincere. 

I will continue to say Nijinsky's Le Sacre du Printemps, recovered by Hodson and Archer because who cares and also who cares? 

Why do people want to deconstruct the only thing we have of Nijinsky's masterpiece?  Let's do this:

I spent a lot of time tracking this down.  It is the Ellis Island "DETAINED" list and on that list are my great grand parents from Kiev. 

"That's not a real list." you say?  
"Prove that it isn't." say I.

See how it works?

Wouldn't energy be better put to use in burying all proof of the Kenneth MacMillan choreography?  Or whatever the hell that was?  It must have been a very desperate time in dance for that thing to sell.

And I didn't intend this to be a "you've got to be kidding me Marie Chouinard"  post where I would say things like:   

When you start your career and acquire your notoriety by peeing on stage, everything after that has to be weirder and ends up being stupid. She has maxed out, there is nothing left but a snuff film or snuff ballet and is that even performance, I always thought it was just murder.  

I think she is just choreographing to bug people at this point. Ok, this part of "Body Remix" was good.

When you have no boundaries you will eventually do something stupid.  For ten years. Nothing left in her bag of tricks.   She never should have pee'd. 

But I guess it just happened.  I did a Marie Chouinard thing.  

Once Nijinsky's ballet was recovered - truly salvaged from a certain death - wouldn't every effort with the Rite of Spring be a choreographic misfire or "meh" at best?  Preljocaj's "Gang Rape Ballet" alone is enough to make me sick and I bet if Stravinsky were alive it would kill him.  

He'd die.

The End.

You Can't Dance To Symphony of Psalms!

Hey, it's me.  It seems I wrote on Stravinsky's "Symphony of Psalms" months back but it was more like unloading a clip into a choreography than anything about this masterpiece. So.  Here is it!

Stravinsky's "Symphony of Psalms" (clip from Koenig doc where he records it) is my 4th favorite piece of the Stravinsky puzzle, never to be solved, never to stop trying.  Very dark, sounds like a requiem, rex tremendae, and into the ground you go.   One would find it hard to believe it the choral symphony for Psalm 150.

Check it out. 

Psalm 150

Praise the Lord.
Praise God in his sanctuary;
    praise him in his mighty heavens.
Praise him for his acts of power;
    praise him for his surpassing greatness.
Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet,
    praise him with the harp and lyre,
praise him with timbrel and dancing,
    praise him with the strings and pipe,
praise him with the clash of cymbals,
    praise him with resounding cymbals.
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.
Praise the Lord.  Alleluia.

It is a song of PRAISE, praise to the Lord through music. So what the HELL is this mess:

At minute 1:18 you will hear the transition, pure Stravinsky.  This dark piece falls into a celestial event so beautiful it can make you cry.  Can the last note of the Firebird be eclipsed, sustained, made greater?  Yes.  By the genius who "never understood a bar of music in his life". 

All of this seems to escape the choreographer whose name is like "Beetlejuice" where if you post something of his 3 times you get kicked off of YouTube.

The Maestro  added a minor chord to the "National Anthem"  before a Red Sox game and it was in the papers for 3 weeks.  If Red Sox fans can hear Stravinsky in one did this great artist miss them all?

And...what's with the chairs? And dancing that looks like something pulled out of Pina Bausch's trash?  Pina, by the way, is probably the only artist who could have laid hands on this and make it amazing.

Imagine if this guy read the PSALM?  Like, you know, how one would read a libretto or know how to write their letters in cursive?  

It's like Fokine in the last minutes of "The Firebird" what WAS that??  A gang of royalty kissing and walking up stairs?  It's like today's equivalent of filming people loading their groceries into a minivan.

I should have studied dance instead of giving up because my boobs were too big.  I should have stayed with music theory instead of giving up because...because. 

My opinions would carry a lot more weight if I were a choreographer and not just some wise ass who sits in judgment of Fokine or some Dutch dick or Kenneth MacMillan's"Rite of Spring" which is like a 1970's sci-fi abortion that no one wants to admit to having been in.

That was fun.


Friday, November 10, 2017

It Starts With One Jump

I Did A Book Report On Stravinsky

When I was little my parents played weird records and reel-to-reels all day and night.  I would watch the Partridge Family, it was our duty back then no? - but I listened to Stravinsky.  They were the best records in the house.  I also would listen to that one Luigi Russolo piece "Macchina Tipografica" which lead to a "do you think there is something off about Fatova?" discussion whispered from behind a closed door. 

There was nothing wrong with me.  

I remember the day I came home and announced that I would be doing my book report on Igor Stravinsky.  I did not have the best handwriting.  Even though Hungarian was lost to me at this point, English was hard to write so my mother had me dictate to her while she typed.  

Looking back, she laughed a little more than I would have liked.  

My teacher thought it was marvelous and I was so sophisticated.  I would refuse to pledge allegiance to the flag that week because hippies on television told me to and I would never go against a hippie.

I went from marvelous to problem student in 5 days. 

The Rite of Spring felt like 5 songs to me.  I was fascinated by the ascending and descending (piccolo?) woodwinds in Spring Rounds.  You almost could not hear it.  It was like seeing a bird fly and you can't hear his wings but maybe, maybe just a little you can.  I would pick up the needle on the record and go back and listen again and again and then would come a new song!  Knowing The Glorification was coming and I could stomp all over the house was probably my first anxiety attack.

So here is an excerpt from my book report which, although it is posted below, the quality is not great.

"If you listen to the Rite of Spring which was presented in 1913 you can imagine how shocked people were to hear such strange sounding music.  It was so different from anything they had ever heard that they boo'd and walked out.  Stravinsky must have really believed in his music because he kept right on playing the same way. His music sounds very difficult but usually he made one part difficult and one part simple."

My next book report was about vampires.

Thursday, November 9, 2017

The Episodes: She Has A Video

THIS is a Sony Handycam from 1989 which I owned AND it was available world wide even to DANCE COMPANIES...of all things. 

A new rehearsing Chosen remarks in an interview that she doesn't want to see her video yet.  She wants it to sink in.  This is not an indictment on her, not at all. It is the way it is today.
How could she know how all of the 1990's dancers were treated? 

I am certain that most of you want to punch someone because a brand new dancer has the luxury of watching her performance WHEN she wants to!  Meanwhile there are no photos of you.

I also heard about a dancer who is happy to be in the Chosen One collection because she doesn't get many opportunities. So my dear, The Chosen Ones are an elite group of ballsy ballerinas, not primas, not etoile, who had the grit to forget their ballet training, jump 139 times in under five minutes with a ton of expectation and all this to Stravinsky.  You have to dig deep and forget gravity and not throw up.  It is a privilege to dance this role that no Ekaterina would dare.

In fact, here is some of the company you keep who were not even 1st soloists yet:
Gaia Straccamore
Agnes Letetsu
Zenaida Yanowsky
Ana Lacerda
Alexandra Iosifidi

If you don't get a lot of opportunity remember: not many dancers get this opportunity.

You know the Handycam thing completely wipes out any Company's excuse for no video or photos except for some people.  It was disrespect for the dancer and I think I will continue to write about it until somebody stops me. 

PS:  There are 2 corp dancers who are currently rehearsing the role.  So take that. 

(photo Herbert Migdoll)