American Culture

Since I wasn't feeling quite cultured enough after King Lear, I decided to take in the "So You Think You Can Dance" live show tonight. There weren't very many adults there, and it was one of those nights when the Wachovia Center turns half the Men's Rooms in Ladies Rooms. And it's a good thing I don't have the upper range of my hearing any more, because the amount of high-pitched shrieking was something to behold. There was a pair of 10 year-olds to my right who were fond of a girl named Jamie and several thousand who were fond of a blonde guy named Neil. They made noises that I could not conceive of making. It wasn't quite as loud as the Justin Timberlake concert, but it was close.

Compared to a real dance company, of which I've seen many, the dancing really isn't very good and the choreography by "Emmy winning choreographer whoever" is pretty simple and obvious, but there was a championship ballroom pair who were superb and a few other peices were fun to watch. The dancers really give their all and seem to be having a good time, which is good because dancing's a pretty tough career and this may be the best gig some of them ever have.

All in all, it was good clean fun, just with $35 t-shirts.

P.S. Did anyone watch that buggy Yankees-Indians baseball game? How weird was that? My favorite moment, though, was Bobby Abreu walking up for his first at bat, tapping his bat on home plate and having it shatter, leaving him with about a 6 inch stump in his hand. He gives the umpire a "did you see that?" look and then cracks up.