Martha Graham! Martha Graham! Martha Graham!

Hopped out tonight for a performance of the iconic Martha Graham Dance Company, which is playing through October 17th at the MuseumsQuartier here in Vienna.  I have to say that of all the choreographers, she's typically not my favorite as I find a lot of the movement jarring, especially when set to some of the jarring music of the time - I'm much more of a romantic at heart I guess, despite the fact that the movements go so well with Eames chairs and other things I admire from the era. Nonetheless, it's important to see how her work has influenced dance since, and her company did a wonderful job bringing the pieces to life.  The more jolly Maple Leaf Rag was a nice surprise after what was otherwise a very somber program. 

The only thing that seemed to be off was the pricing model the MuseumsQuartier, which made the house packed in the first three rows, and packed in the back cheaper seats, and nearly completely empty in the entire middle section, which made me a bit sad for the dancers, as this is what they would most likely see from the stage. 

Also, whenever I hear "Martha Graham", I'm always reminded of the scene from the Birdcage when Robin Williams does a choreography retrospective in a fit of frustration when trying to direct his drag show.  The Birdcage has been coming to mind a lot recently - since my swollen feet are severely limiting my footwear choices to pretty much just my converse sneakers (though I managed to cram into some high heell boots for tonight's performance and am regretting it right about now), I've feel like I've turned into Agador Spartacus.  "I can-na walk in de shoes! I can-na walk in de shoes!".  In fact, I insist on being called Agador Spartacus for the remainder of my pregnancy I think.