Saturday, September 1, 2007

The Sky's The Limit

Cartoons and animation flicks have never really been my scene. I am certain many blokes would be able to empathise with me.

I was recently persuaded to watch Ratatouille, which is an animation feature film produced by Pixar about the story of Rémy, a rat (who is also an aspiring chef) living in Paris.

Then lo and behold! I became besotted with the flick! And mind you, very few animations actually strike a chord in me. The only other one that I enjoyed was “Spirit”, which jerked me to tears.

Ratatouille (pronounced Rat-a-too-ee) is seriously one of the best flicks I’ve ever watched. The content is excellent, animation is brilliant and for an animation picture, it's got great choreography (yes, I suffer from occupational hazard). But the most important part is that it is a great story, one that tugs at our heartstrings and teaches us something.

Ratatouille is above all else a rousing story on life's lessons - that no one is too small, too short, too tall, too old or too wee to have dreams, that even a little Parisian rat can be an acclaimed chef.

There are many people whom I'd come across who tell me that they are in fear, in doubt (about their ability) or simply lack the confidence to be the best that they can be. For folks in these situation, I'd suggest that you take a trip down to the nearest cinema to watch this inspirational flick.

The connection between cartoon and content is what sets this little critter movie apart from all the others produced by Pixar and Disney.

Who would have guessed a reel about our little rodents friends could touch all that we aspire to in terms of reaching for hope and happiness?

Go see and tell me how it moves you…

Ps. In the meantime, check out some of my creations here

Friday, August 31, 2007

Lyricism et Tempus

Why is everything about modern living instant?

Eating has become instant (think fast food and take-aways), working has become instant (I communicate with people I work with via e-mails and sms) and even dating has become instant (I last asked a girl out via e-mail and she replied me via sms).

To my horror, I realised that the term "instant" has also made its mark in dance choreography - with phenomenally fast pace even for lyrical choreography. I mean seriously, lyrical, the most sensual of all Jazz dance styles - cannot fall prey to speed. Tempo is key.

Lyrical, in my opinion is not that different from playing the dating game - coyness, sensuality, slow and when necessary a battle of emotions and mind games... think of kite flying, the dance of tug and release between you, the kite and the velocity of the wind...

Lyrical is meant to be slow and beautiful... and the truth is that there are no short cuts to many things in life - losing weight, looking pretty or attaining happiness.

The elements of living life - love, romance, dance, happiness really is an amalgamation of balance, strength, the right tempo and most importantly connecting the body, mind and soul...

Lyrical Jazz, when done properly — is beautiful and languid. The movements literally beg the dancer to sustain, lengthen and stretch the body’s anatomy. It allows for time for the dancer's soul to drink in the melody and use the body to paint visual images that moves with the music. Lyrical epitomises moving art.

Contrary to all things instant, lyrical requires discipline and character - postures and positions are held for a certain time frame, and balancing requires a firm foundation and intuitive connection between mind and body.

There are no short cuts in life and especially not in dance. If you can’t go slow, you are just drifting through the motions without fully appreciating the full glory and passion of dancing.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Mr Tickled

Today my housemate reminded me of an incident that had me laughing so hard our very extremely talkative African Grey Parrot actually shut up for a moment in horror. Mica, our German Sherpard, started whimpering and Ruth, our housekeeper actually asked my housemate in jest if she should call for an ambulance take me to IMH.

We’d all gone to WOMAD (World of Music and Dance) on Saturday and during the interval my housemate and her fiancé skipped up to listen to a Scottish band. Her fiancé, who is a a bit of a klutz, started jumping up and down, having a whale of a time dancing and pounding his head to the rhythm. He gestured for my housemate to come close to join in his "tribal" dance.

Without warning he suddenly slammed his pearly white enamels into my housemates forehead and sent her stumbling several feet backwards. And get this, the impact was so great that it she lost her balance and almost fell. However, he never skipped a beat and carried on pounding to the music. After a few seconds, he grinned at her and apologized, “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry…you okay…I’m so sorry."

For a moment, I thought he must be on some illegal substance to NOT feel the impact of having knocked into someone's head!

Then, I felt so tickled I started to laugh NON STOP. The image just tore me to bits. Can you imagine how funny that sight must have been?

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

A Leaf Out of Thy Book

I taught a dance workshop some time back, at a popular dance academy in Asia.

I was teaching the choreography of a well-known celebrity MTV dance choreographer, who is currently the rave in the MTV dance arena - which as most of you would know, is not an area that I am active in as most of my accolades come by way of Television variety show choreography and directing. So why did the studio owner invite me to teach MTV dance?

I asked her out of curiosity:-

Her: Bill, when it comes to teaching and choreography you’re the man.

*I felt my head inflate for a mere moment there

Me: Thank you

Her: I mean it Bill, some of these instructors have driven away my customers! I need someone to bring in the stayers!

Me: ???

This is the story... (it's story time folks, get your pillows and candy floss)

I’d arrived early and my class wouldn’t start for another 20-minutes and thus I decided to sneak a peek at the other instructors.

In the first studio, I saw students with faces of fear, anxiety and torture as they - drenched in perspiration - tried hopelessly to keep pace with the teacher’s combination. The well-known Jazz dance instructor turned to the class — after slugging them with a flurry of complicated steps, at break-neck pace and reprimanded them for not catching on fast enough.

In another studio I saw the common performance of most syllabus ballet instructors — particularly those affiliated with the Royal Academy of Dance. This teacher was sitting on a stool dictating to a room full of stressed-out teenage ballerinas. The only time she got up from the stool was to prod, poke and push out the legs of a struggling student when she didn’t get a wide enough 1st position ballet turnout.

In the studio where my workshop was to soon occupy stood a funky, young Hip-Hop diva who was demonstrating the proper way to perform a choreographed combination. He performed it again…and again…and again. Not once taking his eyes from the mirror - from himself.

My point is... there may be younger, trendier-dressing, better-looking entertainers out there but like beauty it all fades with time. You’ve got to have more.

A dancer can spin, twirl, jump and put on a kick-ass show. But if they plan to make the transition to teaching they’ve got to have a lot more than idol-heartthrob power or smashing performance pizzazz.

An instructor has to motivate his/her customer/students.

All of these instructors were invited by the studio owner and these were world-class performers and yet they knew nothing about motivational-selling.

From the moment my class started warm-ups until it finished with a cool down I had one thing in mind: Motivating my students. This is an ethos I bring with me every time I enter a class. Why? Because, if I don’t remind myself to consistently motivate my students, they’d never come back. They’d come to take class from me. It’s my responsibility to give them the time of their lives. That’s exactly what’s normally missing in lesson-imparting situations. Motivation is key to good lectures and mentoring.

Motivating my students is far more important than imparting the steps. When they perform badly, encouragement is essential. Rather than to reprimand. When they’re not able to absorb the steps quickly enough, patience and reworking my teaching methods is imperative. I allow no room for judgment and scoldings.

And, I’m not advocating telling lies, i.e., no lying to students, because they are able to sense the nonsense and phony bologna.

And there isn't a manual to follow. Teaching dance is far more personal; incredibly more emotional and ever so much more affecting than any other form of teaching …unless you’re a practicing, professional psychologist. Actually, I personally believe that motivation through dance is very, very close to psychology…or parenting.

In typical academic settings, a text book, note-taking, exams, a lecturer translating the content of the text book, are the tools for imparting. Assignments, deadlines and exams are the motivators.

Teaching dance is so much more.

In a typical dance class people come to escape - They aim for freedom, excitement, release from a day of labor. They'd come revealing their most sacred of assets — their bodies.

Thrust into a situation where all is uncommon, uncontrolled, unexpected — unless they are seasoned, professional dancers — the dance participant is completely vulnerable. They are allowed to express their innermost emotions through the variations of music and moves and are manipulated by the teacher to perform. They swerve their hips, undulate their torsos, smile or scowl to the rhythm, and sweat freely in an explosion of total body and emotional upheaval.

People bare their souls when they dance - it is totally uninhibited.

A motivational dance teacher has the capacity to reach into the student’s inner being and draw them into a maniacal, musical mayhem of movement.

And, they allow it…all for the joy of dancing.

Teaching dance is a potent and powerful tool to be used in the right hands…

A dance teacher is not just a vehicle for imparting steps. A dance teacher can be an emotional, music and movement messiah for the soul.

Only gurus and Yoda-level candidates need apply.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Babes Haven Got To Do With It

I paid a brief visit to a motor show and as with all similar shows around the world there were slinky, sexy, seductresses lying on top, in and around the metal beauties.

There they are, slithering next to the cars handing out pamphlets, and strutting their little bums in tight little panties with tops that either show loads of cleavage or are too tight to hold back creases and protrusions from their.... you know the uh, well you get my meaning right?

And so we ask ourselves that ever prevailing life question: WHAT’S GORGEOUS GALS GOT TO DO WITH MOTORCAR MARKETING?

Not much really. Except for that "association with". Let me elaborate - most guys would think that a nice car makes up for the lack of personality, looks, character, sense of humour and thus, owning a nice piece of motor metal would get him a sexy babe.

And don’t get me wrong as I enjoy looking at beautiful bodies as much as the next guy (yes, contrary to popular belief, I am NOT gay) but, when it comes to buying cars well, that’s just not a catch that’s going to make me part with my cash.

The "beautiful babes + brooom-broooms" blend is cliché and in my humble opinion, downright chauvinistic and sexist.

Besides, its lousy marketing

Before you get cajoled into signing your certificate of entitlement by a buxom babe, ask yourself these questions:
1. Why do you need this car?
2. What do you want from this car model? Isn't the current one good enough?
3. What drives you (pun not intended) to purchase this?

Give me a RAV 4 anytime!