What temptation?
Dear Mr. Temptation creator,
I repect you for admiring the art of belly dance to the point that you made a whole vanity project for your wife that you're going to try and sell. You even got 4 excellent dancers to fill out the bill (let's not go into the openers, all I have to say on that one is the sword dancer really deserved to be there, that's all). But from what I saw of the show (I gave up after the intermission), your aspirations to a less conservative/high class concept fell short. Not because of the dancers themselves, although your wife gave us a great crotch shot while writhing on the floor at Captain 80's feet, but because of the stereotypical imagery hanging over the whole show.
Captain America hijacked what was once a great Middle Eastern genre musical combo and turned it into a retro cheeseball 80's synthpop goth lite solo project. Not quite Nik Kershaw or Howard Jones, but more in the white guy from the Thompson Twins look (with more hair), but solo. Yeah, that cheesy. He acted as an MC, fidling a bit with his synths to tweak, to annoying effect, the prerecorded music used by the dancers (which was much easier on the ears than his partially live originals).
Then there were the lovely photos on the screen behind the dancers. A mixture of the entire photo content of The Serpent of the Nile, and some really badly taken snapshots. The lighter the costumes, the more they picked up the projected images (classic amatuer hour imagey here people).
So I didn't last into the second half; hunger and Captain 80's drove me out of there. It's a shame as the 3 out of town dancers, along with Sadie, were absolutely fantastic and Rachid and Zahara provided real musicianship. And only some of the audience knew about the preceeding Boofest, a benefit show, and chose to attend that as well (at least they taped us so that we can have a record of the performances).
The REAL Temptation came at 2am. Along with a neighbor and 2 of her friends, I managed to sneak in a back entrance to the new Libeskind wing of the Denver Art Museum in their 35 hour marathon rather than go to the front and get tickets for 4 or 5am. 2 hours, exhausted and tipsy, wandering around the new wing, getting vertigo looking down the the center open space from the 4th floor, unexpectedly running into several people I know, enjoying the dj at the foot of the stairs and dancing across that floor at 4am (and being up for over 22 hours straight by the time I got home and to sleep).
I repect you for admiring the art of belly dance to the point that you made a whole vanity project for your wife that you're going to try and sell. You even got 4 excellent dancers to fill out the bill (let's not go into the openers, all I have to say on that one is the sword dancer really deserved to be there, that's all). But from what I saw of the show (I gave up after the intermission), your aspirations to a less conservative/high class concept fell short. Not because of the dancers themselves, although your wife gave us a great crotch shot while writhing on the floor at Captain 80's feet, but because of the stereotypical imagery hanging over the whole show.
Captain America hijacked what was once a great Middle Eastern genre musical combo and turned it into a retro cheeseball 80's synthpop goth lite solo project. Not quite Nik Kershaw or Howard Jones, but more in the white guy from the Thompson Twins look (with more hair), but solo. Yeah, that cheesy. He acted as an MC, fidling a bit with his synths to tweak, to annoying effect, the prerecorded music used by the dancers (which was much easier on the ears than his partially live originals).
Then there were the lovely photos on the screen behind the dancers. A mixture of the entire photo content of The Serpent of the Nile, and some really badly taken snapshots. The lighter the costumes, the more they picked up the projected images (classic amatuer hour imagey here people).
So I didn't last into the second half; hunger and Captain 80's drove me out of there. It's a shame as the 3 out of town dancers, along with Sadie, were absolutely fantastic and Rachid and Zahara provided real musicianship. And only some of the audience knew about the preceeding Boofest, a benefit show, and chose to attend that as well (at least they taped us so that we can have a record of the performances).
The REAL Temptation came at 2am. Along with a neighbor and 2 of her friends, I managed to sneak in a back entrance to the new Libeskind wing of the Denver Art Museum in their 35 hour marathon rather than go to the front and get tickets for 4 or 5am. 2 hours, exhausted and tipsy, wandering around the new wing, getting vertigo looking down the the center open space from the 4th floor, unexpectedly running into several people I know, enjoying the dj at the foot of the stairs and dancing across that floor at 4am (and being up for over 22 hours straight by the time I got home and to sleep).
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