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You'll see all of our wacky hijinks as best they can be captured on film.  Someday I might even post video. 

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As Theresa said recently, "Holy fuck shit, oh my GOSH, when it RAINS, it POURS." 

Translation: We've had a very respectable batch of invites to perform lately.  And here comes the shameless plug, because I am just BOUNDLESS with excitement at being involved in these shows.  If you're in the Minneapolis area, you can catch our peculiar blend of dance, theater, awkward pauses and pop music in the following places:

January 24, 8 pm.  9x22 Dance Lab, at the Bryant Lake Bowl Theater.  9x22 is one of my most favorite events anywhere.  Each month, three choreographers show works-in-progress and then chat afterwards with the host and the audience.  Our esteemed colleagues in this particular show are Hijack.  Unbelievable!  Be still, my heart.








February 11, 18, 25, 7 pm.  Pam Plagge Hates Valentine's Day, at the Bryant Lake Bowl Theater.  Pam has assembled a cast from the local dance scene to tackle that most trite and thorny subject, L-O-V-E.  We are struggling madly with it, but we figure we can always make bad jokes about exes if all else fails.



March 28, 29, dates still tentative. Show with Emily Johnson, at the Rogue Buddha Gallery.  When Emily invited us to show work with her, I felt like tapdancing on silver glittery clouds with a horde of kittens prancing behind me. Working with her during the last semester of college led to my intuitive side taking over mid-performance, and by the end of an improvisational solo, I was standing with my eyes closed, in a life vest in the shadow of the campus science building, crying.  At that moment, I asked the universe: Let me be a dancer.  Let my family support this. Let me devote my life to creation and to finding new paths and to taking risks and to looking like a fool in public. Please. And when I opened my eyes I was crying harder, students were flooding the courtyard since class had just ended, and a bunch of strangers were looking at me and clapping. Theresa and Monica came over and hugged me while I cried (they had never ever seen me cry before!).  Anyway, I blame (thank) Emily Johnson for me being a choreographer now.

There are further performances through the rest of the year. We are exploding with joy at these opportunities.