Sunday, September 27, 2015


(Isadora in her iconic pose)

As I slid into the outdoor pool with my Isadora silk tunic on, and said the line, “This coming to Russia has been tremendous,” an audible gasp arose from the audience.  We were dancing on an outdoor deck with a pool, we had circled the pool, I had dangled my toes in the pool; I don’t think they thought I was going to submerge myself in the pool.

Let’s backtrack.  I was rehearsing the show “Revolutionary,” a dance/play about Isadora Duncan’s life, in the home studio of Nacre Dance Company’s director Beth Fecteau.    We warmed up in the inside studio and then decided to dance on her rooftop garden.  It was immediately addicting; the atmosphere of the columns, plants and pool coupled with the sunshine and the breeze rustling our silks.  Within minutes, we proclaimed that a performance must occur in this space.

At this point it was July and Beth said, she would see what she could do.  In early August she contacts us to inquire if we are available for a rooftop performance on Wednesday night August 26th.  YEAH!  I mean I think I was going on vacation that week, but somehow YEAH! I could make it happen. 

I rearranged my schedule for several reasons.  I wanted as many opportunities to perform my role of Isadora Duncan in any setting before the public show September 27th.  And -  I found it irresistible to perform in the space.  Isadora was all about the Greeks and nature and this space had both - it was outdoors, and had a Greek sensibility.

The other bonus was that we were going to incorporate the pool.  Beth found three opportunities for us to worship one of the five Greek elements.  Of course the stage rule is, “You must always use a prop more than once.”  Although the pool was only 13 feet by 7 feet, it was a large prop that could not be ignored.

We were performing for a small dinner party associated with UPH that was being held at Beth’s home.  Our audience would be small but mighty and this would afford us plenty of room to move about.

We were doing a truncated version of the show.  Normally, the show ran an hour and 15 minutes and this version would be about 20 minutes.  This was good news and bad news for me.  I had memorized most of my 8 pages of monologue, but not all,  so the shortened version was good, but now I had to memorize this 20 minute show edited and in a different order.  That was the bad news.  Memorization can be tied to a particular piece of blocking, movement or gesture and this rooftop blocking was pretty much unrelated to any blocking we had worked out onstage. 

After all, on the ultimate stage that I would perform on, I had a chaise lounge as home base and clear sailing as I moved about the stage.  My rooftop blocking included walking up the stairs as my entrance, wandering along a balance beam wide beam at the end of the pool, skirting plants and the fire pit, resting on a bench, swinging my legs in the pool and ultimately lowering myself into it.

After I lowered myself into the pool and spun around on the line, “For the first time I feel that I can stretch my arms and breath,” I catch a glimpse of the stunned faces of the audience.  Excellent, the kind of reaction you always want.  Keep them guessing.

  After my immersion, Lauren performs “Revolutionary,” a strong comment on the political atmosphere in Russia. There is a quiet couple of bars in the piece, which I take to be a dance break, and I more or less back stroke over to the south end of the pool to fill the music.  At its conclusion, I make a few comments on how water has greatly impacted my work and then the dancers commence the poetic “Water Study.” 

I was not left alone in the pool for long.  As space is limited on the dry area of the rooftop, Julia is assigned the pool.  She gracefully and gradually makes her way into the pool and then to everyone’s surprise does a surface dive into the depths.  I  suppress a giggle, but continue to do my Isadora leg stylings and solar plexus inspired arm movements awaiting Julia to reemerge from the pool.  She does and I think got more than she bargained for.  A swath of hair is plastered across her eyes and she starts to cough a bit.  Julia covers it well and continues her dance.  I admire her commitment and carry on. as best I can because out of the corner of my left eye I spot Beth doing unscheduled leaps along the pool.  A grand finale.  To my right, Theresa, Erin and Lauren are carrying on heroically.

“Water Study” draws to a close with one more surprise.  Lauren jumps into the pool with an auspicious splash.  Please recall the pool’s size, so things are quite close.  Whether on dry land or in the water, we have been told to hit the iconic Isadora pose as our bow.  We do with Lauren emerging from her jump with her arms poised.  Julia is still underwater but joins us momentarily.

All pool dancers exit the pool with our silk tunics immediately plastered to us and see through - fun!.  I know for a fact our audience has enjoyed many libations and I can only imagine what they think they were witnessing.  Actually great art.  The Duncan work was perfect in the setting and experiencing all the elements of earth, air, fire, water and the Greek’s beloved fifth element of ether.

Diane Lachtrupp Martinez

Wednesday, September 23, 2015


(Isadora Duncan)

 My journey to becoming Isadora actually began over a year before the April 2015 Duncan immersion weekend described in the first installment of my “Becoming Isadora” blog.  I had started to work with Nacre in December of 2013 when my husband ( Nacre dancer) said they needed some additional dancers for a piece and let me know about the audition. I am not a modern dancer, but it intrigued me, so I audition and was accepted. As additional dancers, we were not company members, but we given the name “community dancers.”  Since I am a professional dancer in the ballroom world,  the title “community dancer” was a tough pill to swallow but the title tickled my younger son and he delighted in repeating the title  - “community dancer” many times over.

 After the “community dancer” gig ended in March of 2014,  I was invited to continue to take classes with Nacre.  I accepted the invitation gladly  and so continued my foray into the world of modern dance.  Although I was professional ballroom dancer with a jazz background, I was not a modern or ballet dancer which was the backbone of Nacre’s repertoire. I had always wanted more ballet training and enjoyed the movement of modern.

Process is not my speciality. However, I think this was the best example in my life of showing up, working hard, and not worrying about what anyone else thought and working through challenges. Twice a week on Tuesday and Friday mornings, I would throw my butt around, in the Nacre classes, with abandon and commitment in an effort to master the material.  I was doing it as a form of exercise, additional training for my tango dancing and to increase my knowledge for choreography. I asked questions, stumbled across the floor, picked myself back up and continued working hard.  I was not giving up.  When we would move across the floor in groups of two, I would ask my partner to be in front of me so I could try it.  The other dancers were patient and slightly amused by my efforts.  On occasion I was discouraged by my inability to grasp a combination above my pay grade but most of the time I was happy if I improved with each repetition.

In August of 2014, Nacre put out a notice for their annual choreographer search for their spring season.  In the past, the director Beth, had viewed submissions on her own and made the decision.  This year they were letting the public choose at an event titled “So You Think You Can Choreograph.”  I entered, was selected as a finalist, and in the end was one of the two choreographers chosen to work with the company.   More info on that in my blog -  
I believe this event, contributed to elevating my position above “community dancer” with Nacre.

After the contest on November 1st, and before I really started working on the piece I was selected to choreograph, I continued my classes with the company and working hard in class. If class started at 10am, around 11:15 at the finish of class, I would pack up my things and head out the door as the other company members stayed to rehearse.  One day last December, as I was moving off the floor to go, Beth said, “Diane could you stand over there?”  I looked behind me to see if there was someone behind me, but there was not.  I was being asked to participate in a piece.

The next rehearsal, Beth continued to use me in the piece “Falling to Pieces” and so I came to dance with the company.  She never really asked me, it just developed into that.  I showed dedication and commitment.  It paid off.  Meanwhile, back at the ranch, it was a little bit like musical theater meets modern dance.  I followed the choreography as best as I could, but would occasionally add something a little theatrical which I believe Beth sometimes liked and sometimes it was just wrong.

However, my theatrical leanings are what might have inspired her to pose the question regarding - “Revolutionary.”  One day after rehearsal, she asked if I still acted and the answer was yes.  I was trained as an actress, and although dance was my focus now and livelihood, I had continued to act in shows now and then.  Mostly musical theater - not high drama.

So, here I was a non- modern dancer playing a modern dance icon, dancing in it and having to memorize a daunting amount of lines over a course of 8 pages of just me speaking. I wanted to get Isadora right.  I started to read her book “My Life” and saw many instances where the play “Revolutionary”  had come from this book.  I continued to study Duncan with Beth and we continued to work on the pieces at rehearsals.  We didn’t have any specific performance dates yet, but had our sights set on the fall.

So since December of 2013, I had gone from “community dancer” to winner of a choreography contest and now Isadora.  I was thrilled but could not rest for long.  There was much work to be done for this new modern dancer playing a modern dance icon who had not exercised her dramatic chops in awhile.  I was nervous but excited.

More on Becoming Isadora this week:  Showtime Sunday September 27th  - 7pm
at the Skidmore Dance Theater

Diane Lachtrupp Martinez

Tuesday, September 15, 2015


(Author at a February 2015 photo shoot)

Isadora.  Isadora Duncan.  A part I had been asked to play for Nacre Dance Company back in January of this year. I had agreed to take on the role of the woman who was credited with starting modern dance and was about to immerse myself in a weekend of Duncan culture, costume and movement.

 Nacre Modern Dance Company had taken on a new project of producing the play “Revolutionary;” depicting Isadora Duncan’s life.  The play was a combination of both dancing and an eight page monologue by the solo actress - me.  I was flattered and excited to play a historical woman of dance.

Friday evening, April 10th I arrive at Universal Preservation Hall (UPH) at 5:45 to prepare for the first session of the weekend.  Beth Fecteau, director of Nacre, hands me my silk tunic and sash which is contained in a matching silk bag.  I open it up and pull out my silks and am surprised by the color.  I thought I was receiving a periwinkle silk tunic but it turns out to be a pale violet.  I look around at the emeralds and burgundies worn by some of the other dancers and at first am disappointed but soon realize that the pearly, luminescent quality of the silk suits Isadora Duncan.  It is a complete mystery to me as to how to wear my tunic and sash but am soon helped by other dancers in the draping and knot-tying required to achieve a Duncan look. Apparently a number of them have danced Duncan before and are accustomed to the Greek style tunics and the fact that we wear them for both warm-up, rehearsal and performances.  I am entering Duncan culture.  It is thrilling.

Before we start, Beth introduces me to the visiting Duncan instructors, Cynthia Word and Ingrid Zimmer, as “our Isadora” and Cynthia comments that I even look like her a bit.  My hair is the right length and style, bone structure is similar and I do have a long neck.  She was famous for her elongated cervical area.

At 6pm sharp, we begin with Beth introducing Cynthia and Ingrid  from Washington who are setting the pieces on us.  They have done the show “Revolutionary” a number of times and are here to share the choreography, the spirit and the styling.  Before we start to move, we sit in a circle and they show us photos of both Isadora Duncan and her dancers as well as some of the classic Greek artwork that inspired her.  I am currently, reading her autobiography, “My Life” and recall the unwavering influence that the Greek art had on her.

(Cynthia Word starting the workshop with Duncan history)

We start with a warm-up that has a loose structure and does not adhere to strict counts with the music.  I follow along and am soon having fun with the beautiful warm-up that is much looser than ballet. I feel that I am dancing already at the barre.  At the end of the weekend, my hips were quite loose due to the multitude of leg swings we do.  I also felt that the warm-up offered a cardio benefit as few exercises were explained but really it was based on follow the leader and there was no stopping in between. How revolutionary!!  

In the weeks building up to this weekend, Beth had been giving us more Duncan movement in class which helped me through this weekend.  But truth be told, it was clear that everyone else had been in a Duncan environment before - from their expert draped tunics to their knowledge of the warm-up.  And other people showed up, who I didn’t know who apparently love Duncan and wanted any opportunity to be a part of it.  Furthermore, a number of the dancers, including Beth, had been to Greece to dance among the artifacts and reproduce Isadora’s experience.  I had some catching up to do.

Friday evening we worked on “Balspiel,” a light hearted dance that depicts young women going to a party and Isadora as a dancing young girl.  I found this one a little challenging but fun.  I went home exhilarated and looking forward to the next day.

Saturday at 9am after the warm-up, we are divided up into two groups to learn different pieces.  There are 10 numbers to learn so we must divide and conquer.  My first number of the day is “Revolutionary” which is a comment on the Russian Revolution and serfdom which she was vehemently against.  She was opposed to  anything that constricted the human being and human spirit from a tsar to a tight ballet corset.  She was frequently asked to wear more substantial undergarments under her tunic which she wore everywhere and firmly refused.

“Revolutionary” is I believe her most dramatic piece filled with quick drops to the floor, clenching of the fists and emotionally strong movement.  Ingrid warns us that our left thigh might be sore in the morning and it was as we repeated the dance over and over. I was learning the piece to better know Isadora but I would have performed this one in a heartbeat.  The choreography is mature and rich.

My second piece of the day was “Orientale” a piece that has some gypsy influence and is danced with a scarf. It is meant as a seduction and while not difficult in movement was actually challenging to memorize as much of the movement was repetitive but clearly different in some subtle way.  In the script this piece follows her story about performing in Budapest and you see the blending of east meets west in the movement. 

Apparently, I danced “Orientale “ well as it was decided afterwards that perhaps this Isadora would dance in the show.  Other versions of the show had kept the acting and dancing separate.  I was all for it. The dance possessed a Latin flair and I related to its movement and sequence of steps.

During the day we worked on “Ave Maria” which is the heart wrenching piece that is offered up after Isadora relates the death of her two children.  A part of the play I was equally looking forward to and dreading.  I have done dramatic work onstage before but it had been awhile since I had lost it onstage and had a break down.  I was in tears just learning the piece and ached to be a part of it.

Saturday evening was a dinner party with some of the dancers including Cynthia and Ingrid.  It was a whole new experience for me to learn of the Duncan world; almost a cult for some. Some dancers participated and left the dancing in the studio while others carried it throughout their day and life taking on a Duncan spirituality.  It was not unlike the world of Argentine Tango where people danced Tango, dressed Tango, listened to Tango music and some up and moved to Argentina.  I was happy to learn anything I could about Isadora and her personality, delivery, demeanor.

I was fascinated to learn of the Duncan lineage and how important that was to some. It was akin to having Mayflower roots.  How many steps away from Isadora had your teacher been?  Some had learned from the woman who had learned from Isadora; only two degrees of separation.  

On Sunday, I spent time with the director Aaron Holbreiter going over the script.  That afternoon we were having an open rehearsal at UPH and I would appear as Isadora for the first time.  We were just doing selections from the show and I would be allowed to use my script.  Beth, Aaron and I had edited the script for the open rehearsal.  While I was in the back room acting, the other dancers were learning new pieces and reviewing for the afternoon performance.  

What is also unique about Duncan is its spontaneity and natural quality.  It is considered appropriate not to be over rehearsed and to have your own personal touch and styling within the Duncan repertoire of movement.  A challenging balance to achieve.

After lunch, we do a quick run of the 20 minute show and I have my second encounter with the tunic and sash.  It is one thing to wear a tunic in a casual style for a rehearsal but it needs to be “just so” for the show.  Having never really been in a modern dance concert and accustomed to wearing tango high heels, fishnets and a flashy black dress, I am thrown by the beige/nude liner/leotard with a full nude/beige unitard that I am to wear under this beautiful but unpredictable shapeless piece of silk.  We achieve shape by wrapping, tucking, pinning and twisting.  Much to learn but we look fabulous.
(Classic Duncan shape in classic tunic)

The show starts out with us warming up at the barre in front of the audience and I notice that everyone seems to know a different order than I do but I hang in there- after all, I tell myself, I don’t want to look over rehearsed.  After the barre, we head across the floor doing things I had never done before let alone in public.  It occurs to me that while I was in the other room rehearsing with Aaron, that there had been some agreement as to what was happening at the barre and across the floor which I had not been a part of.  I start to smile and then suppress a laugh as I realize that I probably wasn’t supposed to be out there, just the full time dancers.  I hang in there awhile longer and when I deem it appropriate, depart from the group and go in the back room to gather myself for the acting portion of the day.

The truncated show goes well and I read from the script with some light staging in the community room at UPH. I am aware of some acoustical issues and am concerned that I may be sacrificing inflection and expression for volume. In the audience are some friends and family of the performers as well as our Duncan teachers as well as some other Duncan devotees.  I feel supported yet watched and scrutinized.    

After the show, an experienced Duncan dancer, who I had yet to meet, comes up to me and has more information on Isadora.  She says that Isadora would sometimes lecture audiences for hours and had a high pitched voice.  I nod and put it in the hopper for further consideration and reflection on my road to becoming Isadora.

More "Becoming Isadora" to come.

Diane Lachtrupp Martinez

Monday, March 2, 2015

So You Think You Can Choreograph.

Choreographer Diane Lachtrupp Martinez and dancer Johnny Martinez in Encounters!

In September of 2014, I saw a notice online from Nacre Dance Company that they were producing an event to select a choreographer for the Spring Concert.  The event was called “So You Think You Can Choreograph” and would be a presentation of selected choreographer’s work and the audience would vote and select the winner.

Although I am competitive in athletics, I am not really competitive in the arts.  I never really relished ballroom dance competitions and preferred to dance as an artistic expression as opposed to a competition.  So, when I decided to fill out an application for the contest, my main goal was to have my work presented and seen by a different crowd.  Winning would be great but not my main objective. Up until this point, most of my work had been viewed by either a musical theater, ballroom and dance student audience.  I wanted to be presented next to other concert choreographers and not just viewed as a ballroom dancer.

I sent my application in September 15th and by September 22nd I was informed that I was a finalist for the November 1st event.  That week, I contacted my dancers and set up a rehearsal schedule to ready us for the event. I was excited to be apart of the event.  

My piece “Encounters” is somewhat unique in that I named all the characters/dancers and their are four blackouts during the piece.  I would play Claudette, a controlling, callous  character that no one should turn their  back on unless......  My husband Johnny was playing smoking man - cool,  easy on the eyes and up for anything.  Issa was dancing the role of peacock, equally interested in male or female and a must at any party. Arlette was dancing the role of long haired girl  - pliable, going with the flow kind of girl with a penchant for trouble that she walks into unexpectantly.  Lastly - Juan was dancing the role of  everyman - Bob.  As Juan added his own special “Juaness” to the role, we decided that the character should be renamed.

Along the way, the competition shifted its focus slightly and instead of having only one winner, it was announced that there would be a local and regional winner.  Again winning was not my first priority, but with the new rule, I allowed myself a touch of hope and thought I might have a chance. 

We rehearsed well.  I added a few touches and changes.  We thought we were ready for the big event.  Our dress rehearsal went well with the lighting and the sound. 

Thankfully, we were prepared and solid as the actual performance was a comedy of errors.  Our issues started with the first ray of light and first note of the music.  Juan and I are supposed to be on stage before the music or lighting comes on.  We were told to take our places and as we were entering in the dark, lights and music came on and we were discovered out of position.  Although caught unawares, we played it off and continued as if all was well.  I almost screamed “STOP,” but fortunately held my tongue.  It was a competition and it seemed unfair.  Anyway, we moved forward.

Presently, Johnny walks on as suave Smoking Man and as Claudette lowers her book to gain a better perspective on his backside, I discover his back right pant leg is stuck in his sock; a hot look.  When he sits down next to me on the bench and I light his cigarette, I decided this was the moment to let him know of the faux pas.  I manage to economize my message and merely say “right pants in sock.”  He gives me a Smoking Man nod and corrects the problem in the first blackout.

My piece has 4 mini blackouts over the course of 6 minutes where the characters change positions on stage to thrill and intrigue the audience as the lights come up.  During once such blackout, I tripped loudly over Peacock’s foot as I moved to my next position.  Moments later, the lights came up and I managed an appropriate expression.   One minute later, Peacock went looking for the lighter under the chair, which was placed there in the dark, and cannot find it.  This mishap delays her downstage walk to light her cigarette, which she now has to fake.  It should be noted, that she only walks downstage to light her cigarette with attitude.

We all manage to maintain composure onstage and give a good performance.  As we exit the stage after the applause, we can be heard saying, “What was that?”  “Where was the lighter?” “Good thing we continued Juan.”  Arlette had no comments as she was not involved in one incident, true to Long haired girl’s personality.

After we recovered from our performance, we were thrilled to learn that “Encounters” had been a favorite and that I had been selected as the local guest artist for Nacre.

Epilogue  - The following week, in conversations with other dancers in the show, one dancer revealed that she had been on the wrong side of the stage.  She should have been on stage left but early on the piece had travelled accidentally to stage right. She was nonplussed about her experience and took it well.  Now I have had a shoe come 
undone, costume mishaps, been discovered in the light and tripped in the dark but I believe this one takes the cake.

Diane Lachtrupp Martinez

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Sting's "The Last Ship" an inspirational evening.

Sometimes an artistic event comes along that surprises, touches and inspires.  Such was the case on New Year’s day when my husband, mother-in-law and I went to see the show The Last Ship. It is the incomparable Sting’s new Broadway show for which he wrote both the lyrics and music.  I am a fan but mostly because of my husband who is a devoted fan having all his music, read his book and genuinely holds Sting in high esteem.  In a weird twist of fate, I lived around the corner from in Holland Park, London when I lived there in the 80’s.  But like I said, although I like him, my connection to him is mostly through my husband Johnny. 

The tickets were a Christmas gift from my mother-in-law and could only be taken advantage of in early January as Sting was doing a limited run.  It worked out, we decided to spend New Year’s Eve in the city with Johnny’s family so on New Year’s Day, we headed into the city for dinner and a show.  I knew very little about the show and was anticipating more of a concert as opposed to a story.  My interest level could be described as upper moderate.  We did not know what to expect and of course were looking forward to seeing Sting and hearing many of his familiar songs but I was unprepared for what followed.

The Last Ship starts a little slow and then the first dance number comes on and I am intrigued by its mood and movement.  The dancers are large, small, thin, heavy and with seemingly no stretch or point but pull off the number beautifully.  The grounded choreography had both a celtic and nautical sensibility with touches of hip hop and modern.  It was conceived and performed  from the heart of both the dancers and the characters.  

As the play continues, Sting’s talent as a composer and lyricist for “shows” is revealed.  Of course, we know his talent for song writing in general but to put together an entire show, using some songs from previous work, and adding in some new showstoppers and have it all hang together as a compelling unit;  it was impressive and moving.  There are a number of new songs from the show, that made it into our singing around the house repertoire.

The man has yet another new career ahead of him.  The New York Times review remarked,  “Rich in atmosphere - I half expected to see sea gulls reeling in the rafter - and buoyed by a seductive score that ranks among the best composed by a rock or pop figure for Broadway.”  I think one can live with that review.  My husband commented that other “pop” inspired shows seemed contrived and to try too hard while The Last Ship  was genuine, heartfelt and organic.

At the end of the show, I turned to Johnny to see his eyes filled with tears.  The whole show brought out his emotions but the father son relationship was the clincher. Although not brought to tears, but close, I was very moved by the show as a spectator and inspired as an artist.

Both Johnny and I felt that the show was a true lesson in choreography.  Steven Hoggett’s choreography did not rely on high kicks, fast turns or pyrotechnics.  It was filled with low, grounded movement that incorporated some tricky rhythms that appeared almost tribal when danced by the performers.  Yes that’s it. It felt like the movement had been in their bodies and culture for years, hence the celtic, nautical quality.  The interesting arm choreography and occasional suspended movement called forth the hip-hop and modern elements of the dance.  The audience was drawn in by the authenticity and commitment of the movement not the difficulty of it.  I found inspiration here for a new piece I am choreographing for Nacre Dance Company.

Go to this show and come away with knowledge of another culture and a wonderful artistic experience. One more thing, it was terrific to witness a mature artist, create yet another new path.  Now I have my own relationship to Sting's artistry.

Diane Lachtrupp Martinez

Read the Times review:

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Breakfast in Bed : The Mutual Charade!

At 9:50 my older son comes in the bedroom and dispassionately tosses the Times Union to me on the bed.  I pretend to be waking up and say thanks.  Five minutes later, I run to the bathroom to wash my face.  I am always aware of the surrounding sounds and I fear that I hear footsteps on the stairs.  I run out of the bathroom and enter my bedroom by the north entrance and leap into bed under the covers. False alarm, no one enters but I do hear a solid thud against the door.  Ah - it must be Hunter, the dog, who I then hear whimpering to be let in.  

 Ten minutes later my younger son enters wearing a Jack Sparrow wig, an eye patch and a puffy white shirt as a cape. ( apparently he has raided the dress up box.) He is accompanied by the dog, who is only too happy to jump on the bed.  He addresses me, “Hello dearie” with a crone like accent. Thrown off by his entire appearance, I feign sleepiness and then he is gone but leaves behind the wig, the puffy white cape, the eye patch and the dog.

I’m sure you have guessed by now, that it is mother’s day and am awaiting my annual mother’s day “breakfast in bed.”  Usually, the breakfast in bed recipient rarely sees anyone else before the appointed moment of the rest of the family kicking the door open and singing “Happy Mother’s Day “ or “Father’s Day “ or Happy Birthday.”  Today has been a little different, it is later than usual, I’ve had a number of encounters with my children and I even snuck out of the house earlier to walk the dog, buy the Times and decaf.  Normally the recipient is sequestered in their bedroom and left to wonder what is going on and when.

Shortly, I  hear the familiar multiple steps on the stairs, the clatter of dishes and the requisite whispering and shhhing that precedes the acclaimed entrance. Quickly, I make use of the props that my son left, by trying to put the wig on the dog and donning the eyepatch myself.  I lay down just in time and I am rewarded by the kicking in of the door and my two sons and husband singing “Happy Mother’s Day.”  I never really convinced the dog to wear the wig, but when they see the eye patch I am wearing they are delighted. I was not asleep and they know I was not asleep but I pretend to just wake-up anyway.  It is a mutual charade that we indulge in.

My family has prepared homemade gluten-free blueberry muffins, gluten-free pancakes, bacon, juice and vanilla chai tea.  The tray they have presented is adorned with flowers.  As soon as I view the tray, my younger son starts presenting the gifts.  He is not one to wait.  The next twenty minutes is a delightful chaos of good food, excellent presents, my older son being annoyed by my younger son and all three of us trying to keep my younger son from spilling my breakfast as he scampers around the room.

With a few variations, this is somewhat typical of our family breakfast in bed tradition.  The appearance of my son with the dog and my eye patch was unusual but the false alarms, the lack of stealth on the final approach and pretend slumber are all part of the routine.

Now that the kids are older, they definitely can participate in the preparation of the breakfast.  In earlier days, one parent had all they could do to get up the steps with the kids and tray.  One breakfast in bed for Father’s Day particularly stands out in my head when my youngest son was 19 months and my oldest son was 7.  We lived in our Brooklyn brownstone and their were 20 steps between the ground floor and the bedroom floor where Johnny lay in waiting for his alleged surprise.  I don’t remember two trips, but I do remember a baby on the hip, a tray in one hand and a barely 7 year old carrying all the gifts up the 20 stairs.  The kids understood what was going on but it was more of a challenge to pull it off.  

An updated version, is a 11 year old who loves to cook and a teenager who is woken up at the last minute to join the parade.  Almost everything is left to the morning of including  wrapping the gifts and running out for bacon or gluten free pancake mix if need be at the last minute.  Usually the parent does most of the cooking, younger son wraps packages and does some cooking.  Older teenage son is unpredictable, maybe helping with wrapping or cooking at best and at the very least grumpily arising at the last moment to join the parade that starts five feet down the hall from his door.

 Our dog, Hunter, is happy to participate and joins the fun. He wants to be wherever we are and doing whatever we are doing.  We have tried to attach presents to his collar but with little success.  He usually shakes them off before the entourage enters the room.

 Breakfast in bed is a tradition we carry out for all members of the house including any overnight guests who are spending their birthday with us.  One time Johnny’s dad was in town for his birthday and as we served him breakfast in bed,  he turned the tables on us.  As we presented the breakfast tray, Grandpa Dave pulled down the covers to reveal the sheets tied around his neck like a bib.  He informed us that he already had a napkin. As anything can happen to either the servers or the receivers of breakfast in bed,  it is understandably one of the high lights of my year and a much loved tradition.

Diane Lachtrupp Martinez

Tuesday, February 18, 2014


On Saturday (Jan. 4th), Tango Fusion Dance Company had their first rehearsal for a new Salsa piece for the upcoming event Salsa Sunday on January 19th.  Before we get to the rehearsal point, much preparation goes into the piece first.

The time factor.  Sometimes I have a vision for a new piece and then choose the music and on other occasions I hear a dynamic piece of music and think, “I need to choreograph to that.”  In this case, I had a plan for how I wanted the piece to start and I thought that some complicated switching of partners would be fun, would suit the dancers that we were working with and would satisfy another element that was looming over our heads - parenting which translates into - Limited Time.    My husband Johnny and I have two active boys and the other couple that we were performing with had 6 year old twin girls and had just had a baby boy in June, so the precious commodity of time had become a factor as well. 

With fun and limited time driving our decision making process, we choreographed accordingly. Sometimes poetry and love inspire choreography sometimes necessity and time.  The changing of partners within Salsa is called Rueda, or in our situation Mambo Doble (because we had two couples), which can sometimes be easier to memorize because you the patterns have charming names and you can call it out beforehand to the other dancers to let them know what is coming up.  The other couple, Juan and Amy Soler, were accomplished Salsa dancers so intricate Salsa patterns that could be called out, suited their style.

Music Selection.  Choosing the music occurred in the car on the way back from NYC on Friday January 3rd.  Johnny was driving and I was listening to music.  Luckily, the song “Ya Boy” was one of the first songs that I listened to and loved the opening right away. Generally, I am drawn to music that has “hits” or “breaks” that give shape to the music and encourage dramatic choreography. “Ya Boys” opening included some great “hits.”  So there, the music was chosen. 

 Next I listen to the song and start to plan it out asking myself questions like - “How long should the opening be?”  “When would changing partners work well?  “Is there a section that would support lifts and drops? “ Is the music too long and do we need to edit it?”  As it turns out, “Ya Boy” is too long and needed to be edited.

I regard a song as a story, the individual sections as chapters, a section of 8 -8’s as a paragraph, one 8 of music as a sentence and individual notes as words.  With this in mind, choreographing is somewhat like writing a term paper, planning the sections in advance and making sure that some of your previous ideas are included in the piece.

Another method that my husband, Johnny Martinez, and I employ is dividing the piece up.  I was slated to put together the opening 12 -8’s and he was going to choreograph the first partnering section and our plan was to ask Juan to put the shine section together.  Shines are Salsa steps that you do by yourself without touching your partner, hence you are “shining.”

We are prepared with an opening for the first rehearsal and Johnny has choreographed 16 - 8’s of partnership.  Sometimes, I have an idea for a move that needs fleshing out when we try it.  At the end of the opening (which is dramatic) we needed a way to transition into partnership.  Between my idea and Juan’s suggestion, we came up with a fun step.  The first rehearsal ended with a solid beginning and about halfway through the piece.

The second rehearsal, (Jan. 12th) Juan gave us our shines and they were very fast and brand new steps for Johnny and I as well as Amy.  I was dancing in jazz shoes and was trying to imagine doing these fast shines in heels.  Hmmn??  It was decided that we would slow down the music a bit for our debut.  An added difficulty factor was that I needed to change positions during the shine section.  So - in addition to executing new, fast shines in heels, I had to slightly alter them to change positions.  I vow to practice a bit on my own before the next rehearsal.

After the shines, Johnny and I put together a section of partnership including changing partners.  I would say that I dance at least a third of the time with Juan which is fun and adds interest for the audience from both a visual and personality perspective. I have known Juan for about 7 years and we have always enjoyed dancing together.  This is the first time that Johnny and Amy have danced together, so it is fun all around.

To memorize or follow!!  Honestly, I used to really memorize the entire routine and be neurotic regarding the order of steps, but after dancing with my husband/dance partner for over 15 years, I don’t feel the need.  I believe that our routine actually looks and feels better if it is truly lead and follow. My body movement is more committed and full out when I follow as opposed to anticipating a step. Because it is just the four of us, Johnny and Juan are constantly communicating regarding the next step in the Rueda section, so I relax and follow. However,  It certainly does help to know when a lift, drop or multiple spin comes up as that could look hectic if I am caught too off guard.  For the most part, I am able to mix up anxiously being aware of the shine section with relaxing and settling into the partner dance sections.

For the ending, I  decided to go backwards and finish where we started. We had to cut out about three minutes of the song but found a good point to take us to the end which sounds like the beginning, so our choreographic decision works to end it similarly to our beginning.  There is a part in the beginning where we lift the men’s chins up and for the ending, we plant a kiss on our husbands.  It’s fun. 

We do short rehearsals on Thursday the 16th and Saturday the 18th to polish and build stamina.  When a piece has a lot of turns, you have to tune yourself up for that each time and we also need to work out the transitions and we are always working out the shine section.  By Thursday afternoon, we are running the piece quite smoothly.

So this piece had no angst, no suffering, no storyline - just pure fun and complicated patterns and a little spicy ending.  We have decided to name it “Salsa Complicado.”
We manage to pull it off swimmingly on Salsa Sunday and people enjoy the playfulness of the piece. 

Diane Lachtrupp Martinez