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12 Minutes Max: Black Rose Movement & Northwest Dance Syndrome Mar 13, 2007

Black Rose Movement

Ok, next up is a dance group called Black Rose Movement, but I don't remember the name of their piece... Matt, do you remember what it was called?

Matt?

Well... this one is sort of a duet between two office workers competing with in the corporate system. And I think there's a third corporate boss person who pushes them around, and finally breaks them apart. I guess it doesn't really matter what it's called. We liked these dancers. It's gonna be great.

Northwest Dance Syndrome

Now that's a cool name. But that's not all it takes for me to like modern dance.

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Le Vu Long/Higher Together: Stories of Us Mar 9, 2007

Welcome to our blog for Le Vu Long/Higher Together: Stories of Us!

Read the reviews of our four patron bloggers below or click on the Comments button to read the comments of other and post your own thoughts.

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Le Vu Long: Worth the wait- Stories Of Ourselves <font size=2>by Jason Plourde</font> Mar 9, 2007

Since I am an ASL interpreter, a gay man, and a director of an arts organization (that could be the start of a joke) I feel like the textbook target audience for Together Higher: a dance troupe of Deaf artists who employ themes of HIV and queer identity. I’ve been anticipating this performance since I found out about it last year, and I wasn’t disappointed. The opening night performance of Stories Of Us was extremely enjoyable, beautiful to watch, and very thought-provoking.

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Notes from a dinner conversation with Long and Lan Mar 9, 2007

Lane Czaplinski's notes from a dinner conversation with Le Vu Long and Luu Thi Thu Lan at Ray’s Boathouse on March 6, 2007:

Long’s wife Lan lived and studied dance in the Ukraine for 10 years. After the nuclear disaster at Chernobyl, Lan was stranded in Kiev 80km away for two months while other foreigners from richer nations were evacuated. When she became pregnant approximately 6 years ago, Long feared that his child would be born with a disability, specifically deafness.

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Le Vu Long: Together Higher/Stories of Us <font size=2>by Tikka Sears</font> Mar 9, 2007

The slow flicker of the bare light bulb, a firefly lost in a night breeze, the buzz of the music, slowly lights and music synchronize. Were these symbols? Signals? A language I did not understand? My impatient mind, a million miles a minute, was asking isn’t something going to happen, why isn’t something happening? At first I was upset by the domination of the sound elements. I thought why emphasize the music for a company of deaf dancers if they themselves cannot experience it? If the music only plays for the audience and not for the performer I am somehow less interested.

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Le Vu Long review <font size=2>by Van Diep</font> Mar 9, 2007

I’m Vietnamese American. My father is rabidly anti-communtist. I grew up with two Vietnamese cousins who are deaf. I work at an arts organization that is Audio-based.

Is any of that important? Not really.

The New York Times’ preview of this show discussed the lack of Vietnamese American community support for Stories of Us. Interesting. When I first saw this show in the OTB catalogue, I wondered,  “What’s this doing in Seattle? ” After all, Seattle’s Vietnamese American community are mostly refugees from South Vietnam.

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12 Minutes Max: Leland Leichman Mar 9, 2007

Leland Leichman writes about love, smeared on the walls of a bathroom stall. His life is his favorite movie:

SCENE: A bedroom with an apple tree in it. CUT TO: the dog with two different colored eyes.

Leland also sings and plays the guitar. His voice sounds like a cross between Mark Lanegan and Stephin Merritt, with a little Tom Waits thrown in. He's got one of those resonator guitars, I think the National tricone style, but I'm not really a guitar guy so I might be wrong.

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Le Vu Long: <i>Stories of Us</i> <font size=2>by Paige Barnes</font> Mar 9, 2007

Flashing light seemingly incidental, techno beats mixed with indigenous melodic sounds, lights at the same rhythm of the music, simple image, large landscape of doors and windows that were a metaphor to a world beyond. A meditative female who slowly walks away as I hear fairy tale words blended into the musical score that reminded me of Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz.

The room is so quiet that I could hear the thoughts of the person next to me. I didn’t even want to move because of the quiet, sacred manner of the performance,  “something ” was happening.

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