Late in the game…but not too…
Odd that this should be the first time ever, so well into my life, given that I was born and raised in NYC and the suburbs…so near yet, as it turns out, so far from the New York City Ballet that I never ever got to see until last night.
What to me was an unknown until yesterday evening became an extraordinary, enthralling voyage of sound, sight, image and color…whatever I had missed up until then, at least I was starting to make up for the loss.
A friend led the way for me by urging that I go see the Ballet while it was here in D.C. How indebted I am to her. And indeed, during intermission, I emailed her from my fancified new smartphone:
Lindsay, I will be ever in your debt for recommending that I go see the NYC Ballet…where I am right now at intermission time. The three performances so far have truly been breathtaking, as in: they have sucked my breath away.
But the question of questions is now once again ensnarling me: I thought I had some feel for the difference between ballet and modern dance, but I am less close to the answer…far less close… than I was before showing up here tonight.
Not that I am complaining, because to be swept away as I have been so far this evening is as close as one can come to the ecstasy of … well … the intimacy of physical closeness with someone I would have to know, like a whole lot, and perhaps even love…heart pounding…it doesn’t get much better than this…
If that were not enough, what came after made the first three performances mere appetizers. If you ever have the chance to see the New York City Ballet perform “The Most Incredible Thing”, well, drop everything else from your agenda and GO!
It was the most incredible thing…
Photo credits: NYC Ballet…both from “The Most Incredible Thing”