hell day 8 – make some fucking noise

Some choreographers like to drill a piece into the ground once it’s finished, rehearsing it until it’s like whipping a dead dog, to make it all smooth and machine-like and everyone in unison, ripping fingernails out in a scrabble for an imagined perfection. I prefer the opposite, and once it works once, leave it at that, and not try too hard to make it something beyond the point where everything coheres. It’s messier, and the possibility for strange things happening is far greater, which is what I like.

I’d rather have a performance which was alive, in which the piece could happen, fall apart, or somehow transcend itself. Too much focus on perfection is no different than programming an industrial robot, the delight in chaos is wholly absent, and as an observer, the predictable inevitability inherent in this getting-it-right approach is often heart-breaking.

I’d rather see dance that was like a drunken, drug-fuelled late-night loud gig, the band tearing up the stage, playing rough and the genius being endlessly pushed by the hysterical energy, the audience going mental. That kind of performance gives me the shivers. I’ve seen dance performances which have this, and I don’t know if I can make stuff like that but it’s what I’m trying to do.

We ran hell last night with all the gear, lights, video, sound, bikinis. It’s a very crazy and intense 12 minutes on the inside, and looking around when I get a chance, it looks like a large metal slap in the face. Anyway, with Agoraphobic Nosebleed and Sunn O))) providing the noise, it’s pretty difficult not to be a riot. It feels like we need the guy from Guns n Roses who does the intro warm-up on Nightrain, “you wanted the best, well they didn’t fucking make it, so here’s what you get …”.