Dancin' Fool

So titled because the whole thing reminds me of this. 

A composite of the tap dancer. I sat and watched a long time. He didn't slow down. He never broke rhythm (and they were complex).  His eyes were  often closed, as if he had tapped himself into a trance. What's going on is a little clearer if you click to a larger version of the picture although his act is wilder if has more than a square meter to dance on. Someone, at least, can tap his way to bliss.            

Pick Your Art

Okay, mix and match. The woman in the center was doing some kind of free form posing or dancing or whatever you want to call it on a tarpaulin covered with fresh paint. Her body became part of the canvas. Didn't do much for me. The one on the right is daubing super-bright color on a canvas, something of an abstract expressionist style. I don't feel capable of judging this kind of art but I know when I like it (and I like Helen Frankenthaler, Mark Rothko and Franz Kline).

The man on the left is something else. We saw him at the 2015 fringe and I wish I had a note of his name. He is a tap dancer but more than just that. He is something extraordinary and seemed to be in a trance. I'd like to do a whole post about him and I got a lot of pix. All I need is a chance to edit. So little time, so much to do.          

Tap

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I got so much material at Dancing In The Street I'm good for days. There were several stages with rotating performers (interpret rotating as you will). Something for everyone.

One stage was reserved for tap dance. There were a great variety of performers, young and old. Fresh faces looked forward to their time to show their stuff. The seniors tap group displayed plenty of limber joints. However, the tap-dancing doctors in surgical scrubs at the bottom were creepy. They danced to a heartbeat rhythm, which, at the end of the number, just . . . stopped. I don't want any of them doing the shim sham shimmy during my cardiac cath.

Dancing In The Street: Military Tap

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I wasn't nuts about this picture (it's backlit, the sky is blown out and so on) but it got a surprising response on Flickr so I thought I'd try it on the blog.

At last weekend's Dancing In The Street festival, one of the stages was reserved for tap dancers. This bunch was full of enthusiasm (look at the face of the woman under the orange flag) but, in a way, it was a little too silly. You know, like the troops lost their trousers. They were dancing to the World War II tune The Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy of Company B. Few men would dance dressed like that. You may feel differently.