After a lovely evening down at The Magician with Annalee, Charlie Jane, and so many other genderqueer folk that my tomboy heart runneth over, I took the A train home. And there, in the space between two doors, were a small handful of teenagers gettin lite. Their announcer said something about practicing for a competition, […]
or, Don’t Stand On Your Head If You’re Menstruating.
H.W. Nam’s NY Dance Sport has closed. The store housed four-to-six dance simulation arcade games (DDR and Pump) at any given time, as well as selling Hello Kitty and Orange Story merchandise, doo-rags and giant bling-bling medallions. Nam was a forty-something Korean guy who made change and would offer you paper towels after you’d danced […]
Listening to Frankie Ruiz, La Leyenda, disc 1. As “La Rueda” unrolls, I find myself thinking that salsa is really an ingenious dance, really perfect for the music it goes with. In its “street” form (as opposed to its performance form), it’s so subtle — step and center, step and center. No big strutting steps, […]
Maybe things are exactly as they do not seem: Out with the dog on his last walk of the evening, just before one a.m. As I approach the bare face of the school, a hulking figure shambles into the sidewalk in front of me. He’s all hunched, and I’m a little concerned for my safety… […]
