by Mark Gabrish Conlan • Copyright © 2016 by Mark Gabrish Conlan • All rights reserved
Alvin Ailey, photographed by Carl Van Vechten, 1955. Later photos of Ailey included in the documentary portions of this PBS program showed him considerably more butch-looking and with a full beard.
A still from "Revelations."
KPBS ran a performance by the
Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater (to use its full name) presented under the
rubric of Lincoln Center at the Movies
— not Live from Lincoln Center since
this performance was live, all right, but it was given on June 18, 2015 — with
the Ailey company, under the direction of its current (and third, after Ailey
himself and Judith Jamison, who took over after Ailey died of complications
from AIDS in 1989 at age 58 and ran it until her retirement in 2010) artistic
director, Robert Battle, doing four dance pieces: “Chroma,” “Grace,” “Takademe”
and “Revelations.” I remember my mother taking me to a few ballet performances
when I was a child, but I never developed as much interest in ballet as I later
did in opera — and I think I’m enough of a verbal person that dance, especially
dance with no story context, doesn’t interest me as much as other forms of
musical drama even though I certainly can admire the incredible skill it takes
to do professional dancing at the Ailey company’s level. (And given my own
Queer fantasies, the sight of a lot of scantily dressed, heavily muscular
African-American men was going to have an aesthetic appeal aside from what they
were actually doing!)
The first piece, “Chroma,” was a disappointment;
choreographed by Wayne McGregor to an undistinguished music score consisting
largely of electronic burbles, it did not
make the extensive use of color I would have expected from the title. It opened
on a bare white stage with a box at the back — though the box turned out to be,
not the screen I would have expected from the piece’s title, but simply an
opening through which dancers could walk and join the action on stage with
their colleagues. “Chroma” was a series of dances, mostly by male-female
couples but occasionally with same-gender ensembles and a finale for the entire
company, which mostly relied on modern dance for the dance vocabulary but
contained quite a few ballet moves as well — particularly a lot of poses for
the women “en pointe” (ballet-speak for “on your tiptoes”). After a four-year
career doing Broadway musicals starting with House of Flowers in 1954, Ailey founded his company in 1958 and dance
eclecticism was part of his style from the beginning — he didn’t care whether a
particular step was classic or modern; if it fit the music and the context, in
it went. One problem with “Chroma,” aside from its virtually total failure to
dramatize the title (I was expecting colored light projections on the back of
that box that would have “danced” with the humans in front), was that its
successive dance episodes didn’t seem all that related to each other; they
followed each other in a sequence that seemed totally arbitrary, and I had the
impression that the piece would work as well if they were presented in any
other order (aside from the big ensemble which clearly had to be at the end). It also didn’t help that the men and
women were costumed quite similarly, in all-in-one dance tunics, and the men
were either bald or had close-cropped hair while the women also wore their hair
short (or, if they had long hair, they were obliged to pin it up), with the
result that the men and women looked very similar and it wasn’t always easy to
tell them apart (particularly since professional women dancers, like women gymnasts,
tend to have small breasts — large breasts would get in the way).
After
“Chroma” came “Grace,” choreographed by Harold K. Brown to a musical score that
opened and closed with Duke Ellington’s “Come Sunday” (the opening was a rather
staid version for a male singer and chorus, the closing a more searing soul
version with a woman closer to the sound of Mahalia Jackson, for whom Ellington
wrote the vocal version — with his own lyric — in 1958; he’d written the melody
as an instrumental solo for Johnny Hodges as part of his symphonic masterpiece,
Black, Brown and Beige, premiered at
Carnegie Hall in January 1943) and in the meantime filled in with appealing
funk sounds by Ray Davis, Jr. and an odd record that was probably part of the
cross-fertilization by which African musicians have been influenced by
African-American music, since it had a vocal but the language was clearly not
English and sounded African. The interview sequence spliced in before “Grace”
was performed promised a more interesting piece than actually materialized; it
mentioned that the figure who would dance the opening was “Mother God” and she
would look down on the travails of a young person torn between spiritual and
earthly lifestyles and ultimately guide him or her (it wasn’t clear) into the
right direction. Some of the dancers were costumed in white, some in orange,
and under traditional iconography the white-clad ones would represent Mother
God’s angels and the orange-clad ones would be devils — but that wasn’t at all
apparent in the actual performance, in which the dancers seemed to be moving
pretty aimlessly and Brown seemed to be avoiding any actual dramatization of
his stated theme. It also struck me as odd that the opening and closing dances
to Ellington’s “Come Sunday” were double-timed; instead of creating movements
that would link up to the long, flowing lines of Ellington’s beautiful ballad,
Brown had the leading woman move in fast, jerky motions that contradicted both
the music and the stated message of the piece. Fortunately, things got better
in the second half of the program. First up was “Takademe,” a piece
choreographed by company director Robert Battle (and, I got the impression,
originally danced by him but now transferred to someone else) as a male solo to
an a cappella vocal piece by Shala
Chandra called “Speaking in Tongues.” Battle’s interview said he thought of the
dance moves as working against the music, but they didn’t; instead they were so
closely synchronized that the term “Mickey-Mousing” occurred to me. (The term
began when Walt Disney released his first sound cartoons in 1928; he believed
that audiences would accept a sound cartoon only if there were a very tight synchronization between what was seen and what was
heard, and an ultra-tight integration of picture and sound is to this day known
in the film biz as “Mickey-Mousing.”)
After that the company performed their
signature work, “Revelations,” the only piece on the program created by Alvin
Ailey himself. He first produced it in 1960, two years after the company was
founded and at the height of the struggle for African-American civil rights —
and while Ailey resisted having his company pigeonholed as a Black dance troupe
and often hired non-Black dancers (usually other people of color),
“Revelations” drew on Black spirituals and was a piece that, within a
relatively abstract aesthetic, dramatized the African-American experience from
slavery through the present and in particular how Black slaves exposed to
Christianity had seized on the Biblical stories of the Israelites in bondage
and used them as an analogy to their own experience. The songs used were “I’ve
Been ’Buked,” “Didn’t My Lord Deliver Daniel?,” “Fix Me, Jesus,” an
instrumental “Processional” (complete with African drums) that segued into
“Honor, Honor,” “Wade in the Water” (driven, in this version, by a powerful
electric bass line that was probably not
what audiences heard in 1960) which segued into a reprise of “Didn’t My Lord
Deliver Daniel?”, “I Wanna Be Ready,” “Sinner Man,” “The Day Is Past and Gone,”
“Run for a Long Time” (that’s what the chyron title called it, though the same
song was powerfully recorded a cappella
by Odetta on her Carnegie Hall live album for Vanguard as “God’s a-Gonna Cut
You Down”) and “Rock My Soul in the Bosom of Abraham,” which was used not only
as the closing piece but also for an odd encore in which members of the
audience were encouraged to dance too. “Revelations” remains a classic piece —
after seeing it I thought that “Grace” may have been attempted as a sort of sequel
to it — a magnificent integration of African-American musical and dance
tradition with the full armamentarium of modern-day professional dance
languages. I found myself wishing we could have seen Ailey’s “The River” —
created in 1970 not for Ailey’s own company but the American Ballet Theatre,
with what was described in the narration for this program as a pastiche of Duke Ellington pieces for the music but which I’ve read
elsewhere was actually a fully original work commissioned by Ailey from
Ellington. (I also found myself wishing the company would choreograph a dance
piece to the original 1943 version of Black, Brown and Beige, a piece which has taken its lumps from critics over the
years but which I regard as the finest symphonic piece by an African-American.)