Maybe you remember a gull from last year's performance in the Settlement Quarry. Maybe you remember Tawanda dangling from a backhoe. The way I remember Tawanda is the first time I saw him. I don't know which incarnation of Quarryography it was, but it was early in Cableman's life. And Tawanda's. (not mine, though). Anyway, here is this small man leaping off edges of the quarry to land five or so feet below, in bare feet. I was sure he'd snap one of his valuable ankles, or worse. Apparently not.
So, he's performed in the quarry maybe three or four times. And given wonderful workshops, in which we all had to be cranes (harder than you think), or harvesters, or just dance. All in second with deeply bent knees.
He will be performing solo at the Stonington Opera House on Wednesday evening. Seven p.m,, for five dollars. You should be there. He has been studying dance as a grad student at Southern Methodist University--they have a great dance department. It has to be interesting to see what he's done.
And we have the next rehearsal for Q2: Habitat on Saturday. We will practice bird-watching in the gym. See you Wednesday.
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