Jacob’s Pillow Dance Festival, Becket, Mass.


A Trip to Jacob’s Pillow

Jacbob’s Pillow Dance Festival 2012
Skybetter and Associates (July 26)
Bill T. Jones/ Arnie Zane Dance Company (July 25-29)
Jessica Lang (July 25-29)

There’s a happily revolving door at Jacob’s Pillow every summer, as dancers and dance companies come and go and audiences have the chance to sample from hundreds of performances. The dance festival in Western Massachusetts, has now been running for 80 years, since Ted Shawn freed himself from a vaudevillian past (and a dancer wife, Ruth St. Denis), bought an old farm on a hill in the Berkshire Hills, and founded an all-male dance company. He brought together men recruited at Springfield College PE classes, and dedicated himself to the idea of promoting dance as a virile, athletic activity. His dancers built cabins and dance studios when they weren’t rehearsing, some of which are still in use today. Early on, they began offering performances to well-heeled audiences of New Yorkers and Bostonians, who summered in the cool, verdant hill towns of the area.

In 2012, the Pillow is one of the most active presenters of touring dance companies in the U.S. Every week, a new batch of artists is seen onstage at the barn-like Ted Shawn Theatre, a smaller black box theater, the Doris Duke, and a stunning hillside platform where emerging artists and student dancers offer al fresco performances. More than three hundred performances featuring artists from Australia, China, France, Finland and American companies well-known and soon-to-be-well-known offer a variety show that would have made Ted Shawn very pleased.

The weekend I visited, Bill T. Jones was there with his group, there was a young freelance ballet choreographer, Jessica Lang, offering a first glance at her new company of dancers, and a four-person company from Brooklyn, Skybetter and Associates, was supposed to perform on the Inside/Out stage on Thursday night, July 26. Unfortunately, it rained.

Sydney Skybetter’s group was moved to a small rehearsal studio, where folding chairs were lined-up and the audience limited to the first 50 or so who showed up to claim tickets. Watching his multi-part 2012 piece, “For Want of Sleep,” up close and intimately, may have been a unique opportunity to watch costumes and dancers slowly becoming soaked in sweat, but it robbed the audience of the physical space that might have let the movement breathe and register over a distance. As it was, the piece, presented with a collage of recorded music by Johánn Johánnsson, Arvo Pärt, and Sxip Shire, was a flowy, circling suggestion of intimacies and partnerships that didn’t ever ignite into anything engaging. Kristen Arnold, Kile Hotchkiss, Jordan Isadore and Barbi Powers were attractive performers, technically strong, but never breaking out of the lyrical blandness of Skybetter’s choreography.

Costumes, by Karen Young, changed, from movement to movement, as the men arrived shirtless in one section, then dressed in long black skirts in another. It was as if lights, music and costuming might have been intended to provide more contrast than the movement offered, at least in a theatrical setting. Here, not even outdoors, but crammed into a tiny studio, the circumstances didn’t allow for any of that. There was plenty of subtlety to Skybetter’s efforts, just not dynamism, or much originality for that matter.

Bill T. Jones is touring the world with a new piece, “Story/Time” (2012) intended as homage to John Cage, the composer known most widely for his collaborations with Merce Cunningham, and his use of the principals of chance. According to the program notes, Cage’s 1958 piece, “Indeterminacy” featured no music. Rather, he sat by himself on a small stage, and read an “unbroken stream of one-minute stories.” Thus, Jones was planted center stage at the Ted Shawn Theatre, sitting at a desk lined with green apples, a digital timer flashing behind him, telling stories.

For those who have followed the work of Jones (and Arnie Zane, his original collaborator, who died of AIDS in 1988), the idea that he might dispense with dancing altogether, just as Cage did with music, would not be surprising. “Story/Time,” however, had a lot of dancing. It wasn’t always easy to see, however, because Jones, with his magnificent voice and ever-fluent way with words, offered such a magnetic stage presence that was hard to stop watching him. Multi-tasking was called-for, but not easily accomplished.

Jones followed the Cage/Cunningham principle of chance for this event. Apparently, the order of the show was put together just for this performance—stories and dances were combined in ways that would never be seen again. Composer Ted Coffey, who sat at a digital control panel and “played” various recorded bits of sound, also manipulating Jones’ live feed, added to the sense of a disjointed, but possibly cumulative, power to the work.

Stories ranged from memories of life with Zane (being called faggots when they walked down a street together by a man in a passing car), a conversation with a sushi chef at a Japanese restaurant, taking his grandmother to see the movie, “Titanic” and answering a post-performance question about what possible through-point Jones might have had in a career with such incredible variety (“Doubt, burns like fire,” he answered).

Jones’ fine cast of dancers exemplifies not just the diverse approach he takes to his work, but his philosophy about dance. There are tall and short, black, Asian and white, thin and not-so-lanky dancers. All of them move with a consistently strong sense of physical commitment yet retain their individuality—each has a persona that adds to the stew of humanity that the choreographer is commenting on. Although Jones no longer appears regularly as a dancing soloist, it is clear that his movement approach and vocabulary continue to live, even grow. Janet Wong is listed as co-choreographer, and although she never appears alongside him to take a bow, clearly her movement imagination is helping to keep things fresh.

Meticulous and interesting stagecraft in Jones’ works exemplifies how much he has worked in the worlds of theater and opera, and how far he has moved beyond his beginnings in the grittier world of “downtown” modern dance. Every aspect of the setting is typically striking and effective, with, in this case, a grid-marked floor, sofas and room-dividers which are manipulated depending on the scene, and lighting (by Robert Wierzel) that creates a luminous glow around the players, not a darkness that communicates cynicism or sadness—but the opposite really.

The only downside to all of this beyond the temptation to ignore the dancing in order to take in Jones’ aura all by itself is the danger of chance. At the performance I attended, the final story told was about Jones’ sister Rhodessa, who was attending to her dying father at his hospital bedside. The father said he had to urinate, and the daughter found herself in the uncomfortable situation of holding the old man’s penis with his permission, in order to allow this. It was a quiet and weird way to end an otherwise powerful evening.

Jessica Lang, who appeared with her newly formed company, Jessica Lang Dance, is a graduate of the Juilliard School, a veteran of Twyla Tharp’s company (THARP!) and a prolific freelance ballet choreographer. While professional dancers (especially ballet dancers) rarely take the time out from their short-lived careers to attend college, the Juilliard School is an exception, offering students a degree as well as training in New York City with some of the top teachers and choreographers in the world. A high percentage of the graduates go on to careers in some of the biggest modern and ballet companies in the world.

The Juilliard education features equal attention paid to both ballet technique as well as various styles of contemporary dance. Lang, and many of the dancers in her company, share that background—and the movement they embody has that blend of styles. It’s a look becoming more and more prevalent in ballet companies, where traditional pointe work and tutu’s are being cast aside for edgier explorations by people like John Forsythe, Jiří Kylián, and Nacho Duato—Europeans (or, in the case of Forsythe, an American who has made a career in Germany) all.

Lang describes her choreography as a fusion of contemporary and modern, and one ventures to guess that her success with ballet companies (she has set more than 75 works on companies like the Joffrey Ballet, Pennsylvania Ballet, ABT II and American Ballet Theatre) has to do with the fact that she is fluent in the language of ballet, and familiar with pointe work. At the Pillow, the one dancer who donned pointe shoes, Maggie Small, was given some of the most interesting choreography of the evening. The bad news is that the rest of the evening fell short of that.

The best new ballet choreographers, like Christopher Wheeldon, have a knack for embodying the essence of the music they explore. Lesser talents, like Lang, get stuck in the trap of merely illustrating music. Back in the early days of modern dance, “music visualization” was a term that described that tendency. These days, ever since Balanchine, basically, it is not enough just to “do” music.

Lang’s pieces were either so short that they didn’t explore the possibilities set up by the use of props or costumes, or the use of props and costumes was something that gave Lang an excuse to fill up phrases of music with empty manipulations—not dance, not steps, not images.

“Lines Cubed,” a world premiere for nine dancers, had sections named after the colors of the costumes the dancers wore, with the yellow section a perky daffodil-colored exercise in sprightly movement for three women, the red section featuring an Asian dancer, the blue section a slow and soulful (blue, get it?) movement, and so forth. The music, by John Metcalfe and Thomas Metcalf, had a “modern” industrial sound to it, a clangy, rhythmic score that Lang filled with sharp kicks, robotic, jutting arms, and, regrettably, long sections of collapsible tubing, like accordion bellows, which the dancers folded, unfolded, hid behind and moved.

“The Calling,” an excerpt from the 2006 piece, “Splendid Isolation II,” featured former Alvin Ailey dancer Clifton Brown in a dress. The striking imagery of the lengths of fabric spreading out around him like a pool of cream had the potential to offer an interesting voyage in movement, yet Lang decided to cut the journey short—the piece was a few minutes of gesture and the visual interest of Brown’s muscular back, facing the audience, but the excerpt ended before there could be any investigation of movement, use of the fabric, or exploration of the space.

“Solo Bach,” (2008) was a happy, virtuosic dance for Shu Kinouchi, who was smiling and seemingly effortless in his quick jumps and turns. It was the sort of light, fluffy piece designed for galas, or summer audiences, where the mood is fueled by champagne or picnics, and the dance is designed to please—not think, not feel.

Perhaps Lang’s programming was not representative of her actual talent as a choreographer, but the pieces on display at Jacob’s Pillow offered some attractive dancers an opportunity to smile and move props around, to pose in lengths of well-lit fabric, and to change their costumes a lot. What was missing was the kind of movement invention and emotional investment one looks for in a serious artist. Lang’s works seem to be pleasant enough, but judging from these dances, she is just another ballet choreographer playing it safe. Champagne gives me a headache.

Santa Fe, NM
Mr. Simpson has a BA in Journalism from the University of Southern California and worked as an advertising writer in Los Angeles before moving to New York to pursue a different passion: dance. He danced professionally in New York and Boston before founding a community-based modern dance company, Small City Dance Project, in Newburyport, MA. His fiction has appeared in literary journals and anthologies. He was a teaching fellow at Smith College, where he received his MFA in choreography. While living in the Bay Area for 15 years, he wrote about dance for the San Francisco Chronicle and other periodicals. In 2005, he was a NEA Fellow at the Dance Critics Institute, American Dance Festival. For culturevulture.net, he reviews dance, theatre and film. He moved to Santa Fe in October, 2008. He writes for "Pasatiempo," the Arts magazine of the "Santa Fe New Mexican."