Added Safety When Leaving Your Dog in the Car!!

Hunter in car!!

We weren't expecting it.  We rarely spoke of it.  We had even said to the kids on several occasions, "When you start listening, then we will consider it.  We do not need one more occupant in our home that doesn't listen."  Having a dog, had made our younger son's top five on his Christmas list - again.  But - when our friend told us on Christmas, that there were two dogs who needed a home or they would go to the pound, we thought - "Maybe?"

Personally, I did not see it happening.  I grew up with outside dogs (German Shepherds), who had free reign of the 35 acre property, lived in a dog house ( except in extreme weather conditions) and most importantly, were in charge of their own poop.  The last one really stuck with me, as did Jerry Seinfeld's comment, " The Aliens must think that dogs are in charge, as they see us scooping their poop."

I love dogs, but a city dog was a whole other animal.  Allow me to point out one more poop issue: on the plus side, we have an enclosed back yard that is great for small humans and dogs and we use it a lot.  Many spring, summer and fall evenings over the years, we could be seen playing soccer, baseball, volleyball, Kan Jam, ping pong or badminton in our backyard.  The idea of having to be vigilant about dog poop was unappealing.

Furthermore, did we have the time?  Presently, my credit card was at large, my camera charger hadn't been seen in months and my cell phone went missing on a regular basis.  Did I seem like a qualified person to have a dog?

And then my husband Johnny said, "I've never had a dog and it might be a fun change."  I thought that maybe a little alteration in household dynamic might be illuminating.  We called our friend and agreed to meet the two dogs on New Year's Day.  At this point, we had not told the kids and were still undecided but leaning towards a new four legged roommate.

Before riding over to see the dogs our friend told us that on of the dogs had already been spoken for - Ruppert.  Hunter was still available.  We were a little disappointed but nonetheless happy for Ruppert.

As we rode over to our friends, to meet Hunter, we told the kids our mission and that this was not definite, just a meeting.  "We're getting a dog?"  my youngest son said excitedly, obviously not listening and illustrating my earlier not listening comment.  "How old is the dog?"

“The dog is 4 years old,” my husband stated “and needs a home.”

“I really wanted a puppy,” my younger son counters.

“What’s his name?”  inquires my sixteen year old.

“Hunter,” my husband responds.  “We are just looking,” although my husband and I already knew where our hearts lay.

Hunter did not disappoint.  He was a lively, very friendly dog who appeared happy and displayed a great deal of charm.  His breed is a mix of Labrador and Beagle and he has a ginger lab coat.  Our meeting included jumping and licking as well as showing us his ability to sit and stay.  There was no snarling or bared teeth, only an affectionate dog who showed some nervousness due to his current state of transition and instability.  

Within five minutes, my younger son had changed his tune and did not care that Hunter was not a puppy.  “Let’s take him,” he said with conviction and enthusiasm.  My older son ( a dog lover) was equally pleased and he and Hunter took to each other.

We left our friends home with a good feeling and a promise to call by tomorrow.  It is not below us, as parents, to try and  leverage a situation into something that will motivate the kids to clean their rooms.  Johnny and I were now good with the dog and had a family meeting on the ride home bringing up such topics as 1) Are you willing to clean your room to prepare for the dog? 2) Are you willing to walk the dog?  3) Are you willing to feed the dog?  and finally 4) Are you willing to scoop the poop?  My husband and I received 4 not well thought out answers to these probing questions but they did not lack sincerity or enthusiasm.

With with an element of surprise and shock and very little planning, we called our friend the next day and said that “Yes - we would love to give Hunter a good home.”

Four years later we have had many experiences with Hunter and he is very much a part of the family.  Although a committed barker and overly vigilant with anyone or anything that walks by our home, he is a sweet and affectionate dog and we love him.

Although we have developed a number of routines and systems to integrate our life with a dog, we still are working on a couple of areas.  We have established routines when we leave him at home and how to travel with him.  What we are still working on is what to do if we are traveling with him and go into a restaurant and need to leave him in car.

Last Spring, we were heading to NYC and had to attend a soccer game for our son on the way.  What to do?  It was a Spring day and the weather was just right and he would be comfortable in the car with the windows open.  But he is a barker, so the concern was not only for his safety but not to disturb the neighbors and not get arrested.  We were not sure of the law.  

So, I called the vet and they recommended an open window and a note on the car stating that we were checking on our dog frequently and if they saw any issues, to please call this number.  Apparently in NY state, a passerby can break into your car legally if they perceive the dog to be in danger.  

I liked this answer and pursued it.  Upon arriving at the indoor soccer game, I had made two notes and attached them to the car and opened the windows for ventilation.  We came out every 15 to 20 minutes to check on Hunter, hang out with him and assure him, we would be back.  Success and no phone calls to us.  But - I wondered if anyone had seen the signs and what were their thoughts.

I got my answer this summer over Labor Day weekend.  We had gone up to my brother’s camp on Lake Champlain for a couple of days and on the way back we stopped in Burlington to brunch with other family members.  It was not an outdoor cafe style restaurant that allowed dogs, so Hunter’s whereabouts during brunch was an issue.

My brother pretty much insisted on a rotation system of people spending time with Hunter outside whilst we dined inside.  We said we would periodically check on him, leave a note and of course have the windows open.  My brother was understandably concerned about the noise issue as Hunter is a barker and the night before , when Hunter was left at my brother’s camp and we were dining in town, my brother received a call from the neighbors that Hunter had been barking fairly consistently. My brother, David, did not want a repeat.

However, I reminded him, “He’s not your dog and not your problem. We will handle this.  Are you running for office in Burlington and is Hunter threatening your reputation.” David did not appreciate my comment and was not convinced and proceeded to walk Hunter around the parking lot as we entered the restaurant. 

There was tension in the air and I was not giving up.  I went to the front desk at the hotel/restaurant and got pen and paper and scotch tape and went back to the parking lot with my supplies.  David and Hunter were glumly circling the parking lot.  I reiterated my note plan and frequent visits to the car and a promise that if there was a lot of barking on visits, we would change our tactics.  But really, didn’t we want Hunter to ultimately be able to stay comfortably and safely in the car for a little while on occasion?  Seeing the note, seemed to instill more confidence in my brother and he went in the restaurant. On a side note, my brother and I have the enviable ability to disagree, express our disagreement with a non-yelling tone and walk away close friends.  I practice asserting myself on my brother.

The note we now leave in the car.  Laminate???

I attached my note to the car that said, “ We are in the restaurant.  We will be checking on our dog frequently.  If you notice a problem, please contact us at 518-932-6447.”  Although I was the note writer and the car checker, I left my husband’s number as I rarely answer my phone due to phone location issues.  My husband had pretty much washed his hands of the situation but was willing to answer the phone.

For the next half hour, I came out to the parking lot on several occasions, crept along the macadam surface and peeked around cars to gain an unperceived glimpse of our dog and to be within ear shot and guess what - He was sitting their calmly in the car.  He did not cease staring in the direction to which we had walked away but he was quiet nonetheless.

On my third parking lot visit, I witness a family gazing at the car.  I break out of my hiding place and ask impulsively, “Did you see my note.” 

 A young man holding his child replies, “Yes, and it’s brilliant.”  Success!! The ensuing conversation reveals other car/dog situations they had come upon and this one was by far the one that gave them confidence as to the dog’s safety and the owner’s concern.  I had received the feedback we needed.

I practically run inside the restaurant to announce to the table of 10 family members my success.  It is received with a sheepish grin by my brother and a medium response by everyone else.  I feel it is a mix of “ leave it to Diane to talk to people she doesn’t know in the parking lot, Hunter will be barking in the future and we’re glad it’s over.” In certain matters, I have a hard shell and take their comments as a compliment.  We now had a successful routine for leaving Hunter in the car for short periods.

Happiness - Dog in well ventilated car with note!!

I want to stress that the note is not the law and that I will provide info on the law for my next blog entry.  Please leave comments or experiences you have had with your dog in the car.

Diane Lachtrupp Martinez

BECOMING ISADORA: THE ELEMENTS

(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

BECOMING ISADORA : HOW IT CAME TO BE.

(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 -http://dianelachtruppmartineznocompromises.blogspot.com/2015_03_01_archive.html  

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

BECOMING ISADORA

(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

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

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:

http://www.nytimes.com/2014/10/27/theater/the-last-ship-with-songs-by-sting-opens-on-broadway.html

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