bitches part II

Bitches is a week off and I should really be getting the costumes today, but mainland China has this problem… In Australia, and I guess anywhere where people live on beaches by the sea, swimwear – bikinis and stuff – is sexy. There’s an understanding it’s not just for getting wet in, and the cut knows how to show off the body. Here though, it’s like they’ve had a sexy-bypass. The fabric is like a sou’wester hurricane raincoat, the colours and patterns like an old aunt’s sunroom curtain, and the cut. Ow…. it stings… Do they understand people have legs? At least they know how to make stilettos around here.

And I have the music sorted out – Agoraphobic Nosebleed, which has to be one of the most genius moments in the last 15 years of metal. Altogether it could be a good work, or could be like an embarrassing slow-motion car wreak…

bitches is specifically not a dance work. conceptually the staring point is the following suppositions:

making dance requires alot of time, alot of money, and dancers. normally making dance has no time, no money, and dancers who come and go. most dance works are not works of art but the final product of endless compromises caused by these three things. by removing making actual dance from the rehearsal period, there is more time to make a dance work, more can be done with no time. in this respect, bitches is a practical response to the idiocy of trying to make dance with no means to pay for it. in another, it’s like saying fuck you to everyone who expects great dance but doesn’t want to pay for it.

most dance is incomprehensible and boring. even to dancers. most dance is not art, and mostly dance is not regarded as art. art happens in galleries. dance happens somewhere else. bitches is probably more like art than dance, like performance art or an installation. so obviously being in a gallery is a good place for it. bitches is also absolutely a work of dance, in fact it is a ballet. so please look at it as a ballet – ballet in the wrong place because ballet should always be in a theatre, and also look at it as not dance, and probably not even art.

most dance has too little going on for too long. i used to think that rocknroll was the perfect length for dance, around 4 minutes. then i discovered agoraphobic nosebleed, and realised 20 seconds is even better. i think though i’ve probably done too much in bitches, and would have been better off stopping earlier.

one one side i’m really interested in the ‘zero degree’ of performance: what’s the least you can do and still have something that can with genuine certainty be called a performance, ballet, or dance work. against that, i truly love the opulence and ceremony of the Baroque, when too much was never enough. Somewhere else is an on-going obsession with the grotesque, corporeal desecration, and general stuff to do with having a body, and an equal obsession with making insanely fast and complex dance, all of these things pull in different directions, and i have no idea if it’ll drive me insane with the infuriating way they undermine each other.

pretty much i’m just here to entertain myself. i’m trying to see how much i can get away with, how long i can keep myself amused. i suspect though, that bitches is pretty tame, and most likely i have no idea.

please feel free to feel confused, and enjoy the fact that it will be over very soon.