Clees and I had an arts date at the Richmond Civic Auditorium. I had a wonderful time seeing the young musicians play their hearts out, but even better than a Dvorak symphony was having it sandwich an West African Dance Ensemble. The contrast was as delicious as a baked Alaska.
I was worried the West African polyrhythm might mess up the orchestra but when the West African dancers shook their booty, the cellists seemed quite horrified their strings might get smashed. The wild dancers and the prim orchestra member were a performing species apart.
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