I think Merce Cunningham was kind of my gateway substance to the world of contemporary dance.  I remember hearing about John Cage in high school, and about Black Mountain College, that legendary lost colony from the western part of my home state of North Carolina.  I remember wandering through a bookshop in Oxford, England, summer of 2004, paying three times what my youth hostel bed cost for this book by Roger Copeland, a clear look at Cunningham’s role in dance.  However far his projects took the concept of dance and theater, the movement itself was always so clean, and classical.  I like that.  The man worked hard to let beautiful things be.

Great photo by Annie Leibovitz.  Wish I had it in a high resolution format to see all the lines in his face.  A long life lived.

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