bitches

I started rehearsals on Monday for the reason why Australia China Council gave me money and why I’m able to go schlepping up to Jiulong every second weekend. bitches is a small work of a puerile imagination which got legs and walked when I was stumbling around for an idea just before I left Melbourne.

The original idea was much more of a Christian Marclay meets Bowie in his smacked up Berlin years conceptual prog-rock piece. But it always seemed to have a bit of a hole in it, and needed a better name. Then just before I left Melbourne, I came across Goya’s etchings Los Caprichos, kinda like the high society equivalent of his Disasters of War series. Lots of slutty girls and rutting lechers, then some invocations of lesser evil things, demonic goats and the usual descending into bad-acid. Just my kinda deal.

So imagining Goya as a obsessive shop window dresser, the piece has three dancers not dancing, getting sweaty and dressing like the Stones in in their tranny street whore phase. And the music. A big yay! to Emile for 4.7 gig of metal mayhem. I was listening to metal reduced to its bones: Agorophobic Nosebleed. 30 second wonders. I think now making 4 minute dance pieces is too long.

Rehearsals are short. The conceptual side of it all is for making dance it’s usual to have no time, no money and no dancers. The first thing to go then is the steps. No movement means more time to make dance, freeing up weeks of valuable time to get on with the more important things, like making the dancers look good.

And the dancers do look good. I taught them last year at the Guangdong Modern Dance Company school and like almost every Chinese contemporary dancer I’ve seen, they are fucking awesome. Beautiful, amazing movers, fearless, ravenous for dancing and for anything new. They’re the kind of dancers who learn so quick they’ll burn up any choreographer who isn’t fast enough. Lucky we only have three weeks (and three afternoons a week), which means I don’t have time to mess around either.

So: bitches: 30 second satanic death metal demonic invocation . Just Frances making the usual crap and calling it dance.