It Looks so Easy
I recently met an acquaintance who ever so casually suggested to me that I choreograph something for a local event. At first, I though I hadn’t heard him correctly. He repeated his suggestion, obviously quite pleased with the idea.
“But, I’m not a choreographer,” I lamely protested.
“Of course you are,” he insisted, “you could put something together so easily!”
Were we living on the same planet? How did this misplaced confidence in my non-existent choreographic ability arise?
I’d sooner try my hand at painting on black velvet.
Can a record producer write songs? Can a gallerist paint? Can a stage manager write plays? Is it an assumption of ability by association?
I have enormous respect for choreographers. To be successful they must have genius and ambition. They live inside of music and can turn it inside out. They understand the human condition and can express universal truths without saying a word. They confront daily challenges, disappointment and rejection on a much more frequent level than I could ever deal with. I could go on and on. But above everything, they are artists. With a vision.
As far as my own abilities, I learned my limits at about age 10 when I choreographed a solo for myself for a talent show. For music, I naively picked The Waltz of the Flowers. It was undoubtedly one of the longest 6 min. 53 sec. of my life. And most likely, with the exception of my mom, for the audience as well.