Summer time Delight
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The viewers at Jacob’s Pillow, Eiko stretching throughout the others. The longer you reside, the older you get. Hmm. This not-exactly-apocalyptic assertion refers (obliquely) to recollection. Once I attended Jacob’s Pillow’s ninetieth Anniversary Gala final week, reminiscences crowded in. Sixty-eight years in the past, I made my debut on the Pillow stage in Taken With Tongues: A Research in Fanaticism by Harriette Ann Grey. Crammed into two vehicles (or was it three?), we dancers and pianist Yale Marshall had pushed all the way in which to the Pillow from the Perry-Mansfield Performing Arts Faculty in Steamboat Springs, Colorado to share three packages with Ram Gopal and the American Mime Theatre. Ted Shawn, Jacob’s Pillow founder, launched us to the viewers from the stage. In 1954, air seeped by means of the cracks within the theater’s partitions. My reminiscences are fragmented—detailed flashes whose tentacles squirm out in quest...