Well... I really do need this work week to rest it seems... as next weekend is already looking exciting.
Before Pennsic, I agreed to take on a gig that Aparna couldn't do because she's out of town choreographing and performing in Bhopal - yes, I know the link is in French. There isn't an English one.
The gig was August 27th. What the heck, I thought. Well... it turns out it's a small, paying gig, with a honorarium and in Somerville at a festival in Union Square, and it's no joke, they want me, I'm in their propaganda and everything. I go on between 6:05 and 6:15 PM this Saturday. They'd have me for longer, but the idea of working up more than one thing, this soon after Pennsic is too insane, even for me. Challenging enough that this will be for an audience of some Indians - also on stage will be tabla players, the bhangra group from MIT, and a videographer and Bollywood DJ. Thank god no other Bharata Natyam dancers.
The call is out over email, now, to Aparna for insight into which peice she thinks is the strongest.
Not sure why this has me quavering... didn't I just give a good show to a bunch of amateur to pro-level dancers in the ME dance expo at Pennsic? Didn't I just get a mighty impressive award for this stuff? Yeah, but this one is my first gig under Aparna's wings without Aparna being there. That's a whole lot of trust. And they are giving me money. Must. Get. Healthy.
Must also get paperwork - to get the $$, I need to send an invoice and fill out a W-9. Hmm...
new_man do you have a professional invoice statement document I might borrow?
On other fronts - the Boston Baby Dolls have their auditions on Sunday, and I want to knock their socks off. I have a piece, I have a tentative structure, I have a brainstormed costume but over this week, I *must* firm up this vague skeleton into something audition worthy.
Taking advantage of whole team being out of town today to go home, suck down a bunch more Vitamin C, a bunch of veggies, some meat, and then maybe a little more unpacking, and (dare I hope?) laundry. Must wash dirty saris before they stage a revolt and take over my basement. No practice, though maybe some dancing in the brain, if not the body. Not so sure the head is working good, either, it's a little medicated.
Before Pennsic, I agreed to take on a gig that Aparna couldn't do because she's out of town choreographing and performing in Bhopal - yes, I know the link is in French. There isn't an English one.
The gig was August 27th. What the heck, I thought. Well... it turns out it's a small, paying gig, with a honorarium and in Somerville at a festival in Union Square, and it's no joke, they want me, I'm in their propaganda and everything. I go on between 6:05 and 6:15 PM this Saturday. They'd have me for longer, but the idea of working up more than one thing, this soon after Pennsic is too insane, even for me. Challenging enough that this will be for an audience of some Indians - also on stage will be tabla players, the bhangra group from MIT, and a videographer and Bollywood DJ. Thank god no other Bharata Natyam dancers.
The call is out over email, now, to Aparna for insight into which peice she thinks is the strongest.
Not sure why this has me quavering... didn't I just give a good show to a bunch of amateur to pro-level dancers in the ME dance expo at Pennsic? Didn't I just get a mighty impressive award for this stuff? Yeah, but this one is my first gig under Aparna's wings without Aparna being there. That's a whole lot of trust. And they are giving me money. Must. Get. Healthy.
Must also get paperwork - to get the $$, I need to send an invoice and fill out a W-9. Hmm...
On other fronts - the Boston Baby Dolls have their auditions on Sunday, and I want to knock their socks off. I have a piece, I have a tentative structure, I have a brainstormed costume but over this week, I *must* firm up this vague skeleton into something audition worthy.
Taking advantage of whole team being out of town today to go home, suck down a bunch more Vitamin C, a bunch of veggies, some meat, and then maybe a little more unpacking, and (dare I hope?) laundry. Must wash dirty saris before they stage a revolt and take over my basement. No practice, though maybe some dancing in the brain, if not the body. Not so sure the head is working good, either, it's a little medicated.