Somewhere down the road

I attended the last performance of the Momix Dance Company at Joyce Theater.  While waiting for the show to start, I struck a conversation with an older lady next to me.  She introduced herself, and stated that she has never missed a run by the dance company when they are in town. This is because, she explained, she was at the inaugural show for the group some thirty years back.  It was a blind date, and he was from New Jersey.  She had heard about the dance company, newly formed, from a friend at a teaching college in Connecticut.  Figuring it might be a fun event, she asked him to drive her to Connecticut for the show.  The date was a bust, and she couldn't even remember his name.  But the show, and the dance company she would never forget - she could recall the dancers' movements, their graceful arcs, and sinuous bodies.  She pledged to herself to see their shows whenever they came back to town, and has been followimg through that promise ever since.  I asked her name.  "Leela," she responded.  "Maybe I will see you at their next show."

Feist - Somewhere down the road.