Notes to the Self

First off, when you are watching a live reality competition result show, don't check twitter. I mean, I know it goes without saying, but I guess I have my stupid hat on. Momentarily forgetting that I am 3 hours behind the original broadcast of the finale of American Idol I decided to check Twitter to see if anyone on this coast was tweeting about Alice Cooper opening the show. Yeah, dumb move. Since on the right bar I see the current top phrases in tweets listed at least 2 mentions to Lee Dewyze winning. I have to admit that I am a little surprised. I was not an avid follower this year or last, but every time I did catch it, Crystal Bowersox seemed to just bring it. As I watch this 2 hour event, it makes me sad. There is so much money, attention and viewership but the contestants are just not that good. As a whole. There are a few people that busted it out, but I think the show has lost it's luster. And that makes me sad.

Fortunately that is not the same with So You Think You Can Dance. Hopefully the DVR setting is still active from the last season. Since the coming months will be a little crazy, I don't think I will have a chance to watch it live. I will be in rehearsals and teaching and doing a few hours here and there with Kim and Jess, and then there is increased catering work with Hugh.

I spoke to yet another non-profit dance company today about doing some administrative work. The artistic director asked me about my teaching and other work and then there was the telling question about also being a performer. And I really had to think about it. I have to be honest and say that I am not sure how much performance will be doing on a regular basis. I did the generals last week at CenterREP and felt good, but when I did them at Berkeley Rep on Tuesday, I just felt okay. I am still doing the show this summer and I am making plans for When You Hit Your Funny Bone, so don't fret. However, perhaps scripted plays are not the best medium for me. Perhaps there is a better performative medium for me. Or not.

I reminds me of this conversation I had with Margaret Baldwin in the germinations of my departure from Synchronicity and Atlanta. I drove over late at night in my pajamas and we sat on her front porch. I knew change was on the horizon and I needed a wise perspective. I mentioned it here two years ago. Either I'm slow on the pick up or I need a little reflection (and a good kick in the pants) every year or so.

Duly noted.