The Dancer Within. Rose Eichenbaum

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      “I think once you stop getting depressed about things like that—you’ve lost the commitment.”

      “Yes, I felt bad about that because I didn’t put any heart and soul into it. The other side of that is that after forty years of dancing on the stage, I have yet to do a perfect performance. I’ve never walked off the stage and said, ‘that was it.’ There was always something in every piece that went wrong for me. But even when I gave an excellent performance and wanted to repeat it the next night, I couldn’t. I’d try to do all the same things. I’d eat the same food, go to the bathroom at the same time, do all sorts of crazy things, but as soon as the curtain went up—I’d realize I’m a different person today than I was yesterday. There is no way to duplicate a performance.”

      “Do you think maybe you’re too hard on yourself?”

      “If I’m not hard on myself, who will be? I’ve never thought of myself as a great dancer. I’m an okay dancer. I am an okay dancer. I’ve been at it for forty years, but I’ve never, ever, ever, thought of myself as one of the greats.”

      “Do you think you’ll ever achieve perfection?”

      “I certainly hope so,” he said with a smile. “I think it’s that yearning for perfection that keeps me going. And I intend to go all the way until I can’t lift a leg or move a muscle. I still want to work with choreographers who give me material I can sink my teeth into. I want to be part of a creative journey. Right now I’m working with Gus Solomons, Jr., and Carmen de Lavallade in a group we formed called Paradigm. The choreography is geared toward the mature dancer and wonderfully challenging.”

      “I imagine it takes years to understand how to translate what you learn in the studio and give it performance value.”

      “Well, I think I was pretty lucky having learned how to perform from Martha Graham and her disciples: Yuriko, Mary Hinkson, Ethel Winter, Helen McGhee, and Bertram Ross. Martha Graham picked me to perform in her company after I graduated from Juilliard in 1959. She was smart as a whip—and, oh, the drama,” he said, demonstrating a contraction with his arms turning in over his head. “She had already retired from the stage when I entered the company, but she was still teaching, so I got much of it straight from the horse’s mouth. She taught her dancers about imagery—to feel what you’re doing. I felt so inspired during class that I made a practice of positioning myself under the studio’s recessed lighting. It made me feel as if I were on the stage—under a spotlight. By the time I got to rehearsals I was working at a performance level.”

      “How did ‘A Song for You’ become your signature piece? The song’s lyrics could be your autobiography.”

      “I’ve been performing that dance since 1972. ‘I’ve been so many places in my life and times…. With ten thousand people watching….’ I discovered this record, A Song for You by Donny Hathaway, when I was in Canada. When I got back to New York, I gave Alvin the record and said, ‘This music, it’s absolutely fabulous.’ I then left on tour, and when I got back, Alvin called me into one of the studios. ‘Chicken,’ he said. He liked to call me Chicken because I was so skinny. ‘I have a surprise for you.’ He put on the record and said, ‘I’m going to do this for you.’ I was truly overwhelmed, you know, started crying and carrying on. He choreographed the dance on me in three days and then encouraged me to make it my own.”

      “How did you feel the first time you performed it?”

      “The movement, the lyrics, it was so powerful. But it took some time for me to really dig into it and realize what it meant to me. Gradually I began to play with it on the stage: I’d do two turns instead of one, go deeper into the contraction, extend the amount of time I held my arms in the air, accentuate the use of my hands and fingers.”

      “As part of the company’s repertory, you eventually had to relinquish this work to other dancers. Was it difficult for you to pass it on?”

      “Yes, very. I passed it on begrudgingly. I knew I couldn’t hog it up, be a pig about it. I taught it to several of the younger male dancers: Matthew Rushing, Amos Mechanic, and others. But I only taught them the steps. I didn’t reveal its essence as I understood it. I let them work it out for themselves. I refuse to show others how to become artists. Besides, it’s not something you can teach.”

      “Dudley, what does it feel like for you when you’re on the stage?”

      “Honestly, it’s a very nerve-wracking experience. Before a performance I pray that the theater will burn down. It doesn’t matter what piece I’m dancing—I’m terrified. For me it’s like going before a firing squad. A week before I have to perform, I start sweating, stop eating, and stop sleeping. I think that’s why I’m so skinny. The energy I use worrying about performances simply devours me. I have something coming up next Thursday and I’m already sweating. And this is a piece I’ve been dancing for five years. I shouldn’t be nervous. But I am.”

      “So if it’s so tormenting, why do it?”

      “Why do it? Because I love it, and I want the love of everyone in the audience. I want to hear those bravos and see those standing ovations. When I meet a stranger on the bus who says to me, ‘I saw your performance the other day and you were magnificent,’ I’m in heaven. But I never let on that it means so much to me. I say ‘Thank you’ and act a little humble, but inside I’m shouting ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’ That’s what I do it for, Rose. I can tell you it’s definitely not the money!”

      About a year later Dudley and I met again for our photo session.

      “I brought some music like you suggested,” he said, and handed me a stack of CDs. On top was A Donny Hathaway Collection. I placed the disc in the CD player as Dudley stepped onto the seamless and began to stretch.

      “You ready?” I asked.

      “Go ahead.”

      I walked over to the CD player and pressed play. A chill ran up my spine when I recognized the piano intro to “A Song For You”—Dudley’s signature work. Within seconds Hathaway’s clear soulful voice filled the studio. Dudley heard his cue in the music, hinged back, and began to carve the space with his long thin arms as he’d done hundreds of times before in concert halls around the world. But on this day, he performed it solely for me. I got down on my knees and began shooting. I tried to catch every move, every gesture and nuance. His eloquent dance left me trembling. After the shoot, Dudley walked up to me, holding the Donny Hathaway CD.

      “Rose,” he said, “I watched you during the session and could see how this song feeds your soul. I’d like you to have it,” and he handed me the disc.

       New York 2004, 2005

       Mary Hinkson

      “Here are some mementos of my career,” Mary said, pointing to a gallery of framed black-and-white photos in the hallway of her Park Row apartment in lower Manhattan. “I traveled all over the world with the Graham Company. These were taken in Europe.”

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