Take a Load Off Your Feet, Mama Says I Heard it (through the Grapevine) that Sometimes it Snows in April

Deviating from our usual venue of the Walt Disney Concert Hall, our eyebrows were raised by an entertaining evening of "contemporary" ballet at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion (just across the street from the WDCH). The Joffrey Ballet is in town, and they're charming the audience of LA with their spiced up routines, pirouetting to the Beach Boys, Motown and Prince.

I'm always amazed by the sheer athleticism artfully disguised as elegance that all good ballet companies display. As a friend commented, "it's amazing how they can be so slow and graceful one minute, and manic the next". All that careful control of their bodies to give an impression of effortlessness must be damn tiring. Which is why I like watching them rather than trying to emulate them.

Something that occurred to me watching the Joffrey Ballet prance diagonally back and forth the stage to Prince's Sometimes it snows in April was how I'd forgotten what a good songwriter and singer he was/is. To a non-fan like myself, it's been hard to see past the silly name changes and hair-turbans for the last few years. But he's a good musician, isn't he? We might even make the effort to see him in Las Vegas if we ever go that way again.

This is yet another photo-less post because in typical disorganised D fashion, I left the camera at home and failed to capture the rather nice view from the LA Music Center. It looks rather grown-up and not very LA-like at night. Methinks we'll be getting more dance and theatre tickets soon for an excuse to go back. Also,I sometimes forget about this LA blog, and post to my other space for talking rot. Fixed belatedly...