Slashing Arms, blindingly fast and furious, sexy and fun, tough and sweet. Larry Keigwin's evening of works at the Duke for the 92 Y dance fest was an evening of edgy yet commerciable(is that a word?) dance that gives me hope for the future of the artform. standouts in the evening include his first ever piece of choreography from college with four men in wrestling singlets tearing up some of the toughest, sexy (maybe a little or even a LOT homoerotic) without being blatant or raunchy, very Ted Shawn just men dancing, to a score of a letter to a family member about their bipolarity if I remember correctly.
His gorgeous four part "mattress suite" Pitting Larry in white boxers against the inimitable Nicole Wolcott in white cotton bra and panties, they do the lovers dance on a queen mattress center stage bouncing slamming, spinning off of it and each other, she relentlessly pursuing, he dodging and parrying(sp?) what seems the usual I love you, come here, I'm angry with you, go away summation of 10 yrs of relationship in 3 minutes, and she does finally, walks out perturbed, fed up, done with it.
next scene, Larry, and an upright on its end mattress he now in tighty whiteys doing a dance of despair to bill withers. she's gone and what do I do now? and then we find out, as two boys, the feral alex gish and julian barnett tip the mattress over, they all muscle and sinew and sex in tighty whiteys as well for a playful male three way bouncing and twisting and flying over this mattress each of the three trying to seduce one of the others until Barnett has had enough and puts on his clothes and leaves as we find out why Keigwin and Wolcott's characters didn't work out... lights fade out and back up on the mattress back on end and now Wolcott has a solo against it as if it were a wall she's tied to. slinking, sliding, turning, falling, asserting independance and finally the three men lift her atop to carry her off.
lastly, to a string orchestration, the company in all Gatsbywear fights between cocktail polictics and romance and simian jane goodall ape like behaviour further devolving into lizardly passes and slashing legs runs across the entire back wall of the stage, seven feet up, lightening, quicksilver, fun, frolic, murder, passion. dark and sweet, light and muscular intensity, gravity defying flight and catches spin drop duck dive eat the space. Strings build ebb and flow as the men shed their sweaters, their ties, and lastly the exquisite Gish alone in Tennis shorts and muscle whirls again and again arms and legs extended 8 feet in either direction up and down over and over as the lights fade the other dancers coupled and collapsed.