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Blame it on yoga. Walking north on Third Avenue Saturday, I felt the smug contentment of someone who’d deep-breathed himself into nirvana after a session of asanas. Beware of self-satisfaction: the sweaty inner peace I’d hoped would see me through a bout of shopping before dinner in Chelsea got shattered as I glanced down Stuyvesant…
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Woodstock isn’t the only anniversary being celebrated this year; the summer of 1969 was also marked by the Stonewall Riots, an event seen by many as the birth of gay liberation. That uprising ignores years of work by a lot of brave forward-thinking folk whose activism, while discreet, embodied the age-old frustrations of men…
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Time flies, I thought, as my partner and I wandered the main drag on a recent, all-too-brief trip to Woodstock. The media heralds the 40th anniversary of the event that besieged Yasgur’s farm and a generation’s doobie-fueled conscience, but little of its genuine spirit (what I imagine that to be) lives in the new land…
Continue readingPublished Attitude: The Dancer’s Magazine Fall 2009 “I think we’re all pretty interesting, and that all of you are pretty interesting.” Michael Bennett Young Mickey DiFiglia’s spirit permeates Every Little Step, the captivating, can’t-look-away documentary directed by James Stern and Adam Del Deo; at one point a black-and-white still reveals this teenager in mid-leap under…
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When the dust settles from the week that was—the news tributes, the restoration of EBay and Amazon catalogs, the pending autopsy—one question might surface: where were you when you heard the news? I’d just walked into Casanis, a Lower East Side bistro, for dinner with J; after I placed my wine order he told me…
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He’ll set his foot down on the road and the wind in the trees be talking to him and everywhere he step on the road, that road’ll give back your name and something will pull him right up to your doorstep…but maybe he ain’t supposed to come back. Bynum, Joe Turner’s Come and…
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Passion. Desire. The ad copy for the current production of Desire Under the Elms is the kind of sexy teaser producers hope will put bodies in seats. No way would they tout the especial skills of Eugene O’Neill, an American playwright for the ages. But it’s his story up there, and while it’s by no…
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