Moves Like Moo

January 20, 2012

Whenever I get really down on a performance, Herbie rubs my sore muscles and reminds me to “Orbach it,” referring to a piece I read a while ago by Jerry Orbach (not only a police detective but also a long-revered Broadway song-and-dance man), in which he talks about the challenges of performing the same show over and over and never being satisfied.  He finally came to the conclusion that he should view each performance as a chance to do better than the last, and that’s the view I’ve tried to adopt as well (it applies to every new day of parenting, too).

I was watching one of Moo’s shows this morning (“Superheroes!” starring Moo as Wonder Woman), and as I watched her dance, complete with sound effects – “Whoosh! Wah-ha!” – I saw in her performance what my performance is missing: total abandon.  When Moo dances, she is completely lost in the joy of spinning and leaping, and being completely lost in the joy of dancing is what my dance is supposed to be about.  But I haven’t quite allowed myself to do that.  I can tell I’m still holding back, for many perfectly valid reasons – strained hamstring, my feet hurt, I hate dancing in character shoes, ohmygodthisdanceissoexhaustingI’mgoingtodie…

But basically, I think I just need to suck it up, let go, and dance like Moo.

Every Little Step

January 16, 2011

I finally feel like I’m waking up from a fog of snot.  Yuck.  Lucky for me, I’m married to the most wonderful man in the world.  Herbie took care of all three of us for the past three days.  And he’s been on Juice duty for four nights in a row.  Yes, he’s quite tired.

For Christmas, my fabulous brother-and-sister-in-law gave me tickets to A Chorus Line, a show I’ve been dying to see since the terrible Michael Douglas movie version came out in 1985.  (But I loved it, ohhhhh I loved it.)  Our tickets were for last night, and I just couldn’t make it – I felt like my head was going to topple off my body and roll out the door.  But lucky for me (again), I also have fabulous parents-in-law, who just happened to have tickets for tonight’s show.  So we traded, and although I will probably be frequently coughing into a handkerchief and annoying those around me, I DON’T CARE.  Finally I get to witness “uhFIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! dunna-duh-duh, duh-dunna-DUH! DUH!”  Liiiiiive!

Can’t wait.  (Sniff.)