Heterogeneous Spectacles(Jamie Lyons News) ❖ Jamie Lyons

November 1, 2024 · Industries

Carnival of the Animals, Stanford Live

Marc Bamuthi Joseph is spitting poetry, and Wendy Whelan is doing things with her body that make you question every lazy decision you’ve ever made. Saint-Saëns’ Carnival of the Animals. Because when everything’s burning down, when the whole damn country is doom-scrolling itself into oblivion, when families aren’t talking and everyone’s pre-unfriending half their social […]

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October 4, 2024 · FalseArt

The Body Remembers What the Church Forgot

Here’s what happened when the Duke walked into God’s house with a swing band and told the congregation to get off their knees: September 1965, Grace Cathedral, and Duke Ellington’s bringing the whole damn orchestra into this Gothic pile of stone and righteousness like he’s staging a raid on heaven itself. Not asking permission. Not […]

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September 3, 2024 · FalseArt

Against Closure: The Collision, Not the Cleanup

Here’s the thing about rehearsals that nobody wants to admit: they’re not more truthful because they’re purer. They’re more truthful because the lie hasn’t settled yet, hasn’t hardened into the kind of official story you can sell tickets to. A rehearsal is where readings collide, actors, designers, text, space, institution, like cars entering an intersection […]

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Against Closure: The Collision, Not the Cleanup

August 5, 2024 · FalseArt

Surrender Your Skull: Notes on Directing as Dangerous Hospitality or How to Let a Dead French Guy Rearrange Your Furniture

I’m still hung up on Poulet, Bachelard, and Barthes, specifically that Sur Racine moment when they briefly gathered under what they called the Geneva School of existential phenomenology. The name sounds like something you’d find scratched into a bathroom stall in some Left Bank shithole, and maybe that’s fitting. But the work matters, pulls at […]

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June 10, 2024 · Resistance

Toxic City, or How We Started in Prison and Ended Up on a Book Cover

We met in prison. San Quentin, to be exact. Which sounds like the beginning of either a really good story or a really bad one, depending on your tolerance for irony. Turns out it was the former. When we were first dating she’s took me all around Hunters Point. The southeastern corner of San Francisco […]

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April 1, 2024 · Cinematics

LINES Rehearsal: Concerto for Two Violins

Shooting dance rehearsal is like trying to bottle lightning while someone keeps striking the match over and over again. Répétition. The French got it right. Repetition, yes, but also something more… a ritual of refinement, of searching. Watch these LINES dancers move through Alonzo King‘s choreography and you’re watching the same phrase fifty times, but […]

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March 19, 2024 · Collusion

Leap of Faith Above the Burning Caldera

The light up here doesn’t give a shit about my plans. It’s volcanic, primal, the kind of unforgiving brilliance that strips away pretense and leaves me with nothing but the raw fact of a human body suspended against oblivion. Babatunji of LINES Ballet is launching himself into that void above Mafate, and my finger’s on […]

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