Coquette: “And This Is the Part Where I Freak Out.”

23 04 2009

You GUYS.  We have tech tonight for our spring show.  (Details and ticket info in “Upcoming Performances” above, donchaknow?)  There are so MANY things about this that confuse me:

1) Since when is it spring, it’s been 40 F and raining since the dawn of time.

2) What crazy person booked us for the end of April, when I’m in the middle of finals?  (…oh, right.  I did.)

3) I tweaked my knee in rehearsal the other day, one of our dancers has a wretched cold, everyone’s stressing out, on our last runthrough I totally flipped my lines all around and bunged everything up…[breathes into paper bag]

…and so on.  I get like this, and I know I get like this — and yet somehow, awareness of getting like this doesn’t STOP me from getting like this.  So if you come see our show (which you SHOULD, because it is essentially a dirty/dirtier version of summer camp; all the youthful activities!  all the grown up hormones!), and I look a little crazy around the eyes, it’s not you, it’s me.  It’s my desire to have things be perfect in a universe that is just fucking determined to THWART ME AT EVERY TURN.

[breathes into paper bag some more]

I would write more — hell, I would edit this before posting it — but Dirty Nellie is downstairs with her car, waiting to do me the huge favor of taking me home so I can get my laptop and attempt to study and write some essays in the midst of Tech Night From Hell.  As a thank you for reading, here, stare at the near-incomparable adorableness that is the artwork for Fat Camp:


If that doesn’t make you want to come relive summer camp with us…you’re beyond help.


Marina: “CAKE!”

11 03 2009

Big Moves Boston is barreling straight ahead into Tea & Strumpets 3 (the Copywrong Edition) on Saturday, March 21, and folks…if you’re in the Boston area, or can get here, you WANT to be there. First of all: BURLESQUE. Secondly: CAKE.

The other reason that you might want to be there is that hey, it’s our big fundraising event for the year. Your buying a ticket and throwing down a bunch of raffle tickets is going to help us keep doing what we do best: in-your-face, size-diverse dance and performance art!

You like that, baby? You like it in your face? Well, then buy a ticket at (click on the listing on 3/21) and get your sweet butt there! And if you can’t make there, but you’re feeling generous to us artistic, sweaty fatties and fatlets, you can make a donation instead… details are up in the “donate & advertise” tab.


Nellie: “Johnny Blazes’ 25th Birthday Bash Benefit”

18 02 2009

Yeah, yeah…I know. It’s been a while. But! We’re back! With bitchin’ new appearances and all.

Come see us and many other incredible Boston-area performers at Johnny Blazes’ 25th Birthday Bash Benefit! We’re doing one saucy number, and not only do you not want to miss us, you don’t want to miss any of the other performances either. This is a ridiculously talented, sexy, and hilarious bunch, so come check it out!


Marina: “How to Dance as Much as You Want, Tip #18: Stop Dancing for a Bit, and Do Something Else”

15 12 2008

When I first started taking dance classes, I took ALL the dance classes. I was 28, and had never really learned to dance, so these classes were like crack and a nice, long drink of water, all at once. I wallowed in the abundance of dance, I frolicked like a mermaid through the unending sea of it. I mean, DANCE, right?

But about a year and a half into it, as I was preparing for my first recital at school, I became aware of the need to come up for air. Also, I was getting shin splints.

I learned the hard way that what seems like a paradox really works: by strategically not dancing, you can keep on dancing! Don’t let preventable injury, overwork, or stress sideline you. Take time off when you need, for different reasons:

– Dance is exercise, and like all forms of exercise, you can overwork. Even the hardest-core performers should take at least a couple days away from it each week. If you must move some every day, try mixing it up with different forms of movement: yoga, or volleyball, or yo-yos.

– Dance is mental, and like all forms of, um, mental, you can get obsessive and stressed from concentrating too hard. If you are in the middle of a class or rehearsal and you feel yourself going to a Bad Bad Place because you are getting lost or confused, yes, you can bulldozer through. Or you can STOP, just for a moment, just for a drink of water or a wipe of the sweaty brow.

– Dance is art, and like all forms of art, it benefits from hybridization. Keep that dance alive with non-dance things: paintings and garage sales and cooking and kids’ music and learning a new language. You did that stuff before you started dancing, right? And enjoyed it? Well, keep it up. Because frankly, your inner artiste needs to get out more.

– Dance is spiritual, and like all forms of spirituality, it can be pushed to fanatical extremes. Give it a rest, get into your body in some other way, gardening or walking or swimming or building sand castles. Not everything, or even most things, need to express the Deep Hidden Truths of the Soul. Even if they actually do.

Coqette: “Dr. Sketchy’s is Making Me Effin’ Crazy”

2 12 2008

So tonight, in case you are somehow unaware, I am the artist’s model for Dr. Sketchy. (Details about the event are in the Upcoming Performances tab up top, or just one post below this one on the main page.) I’m modeling solo, because the organizer is trial-running a night-time version (usually it’s Sunday afternoons), and she was worried about the attendance, yadda yadda, only one model in case there’s no $.

I am not worried about the $. Spoiler alert: dancers generally don’t get paid very well. I am not even worried about sitting still for that long; I’m exhausted today, so if anything, I may end up taking a 20-minute nap on stage and start drooling. Sexass.

What I am worried about is going up there alone. Not because I don’t like being on stage by myself – I totally, totally like it, probably in a Secretly Very Revealing About Her Psyche way – but because I don’t like that I can’t move. If I can’t move, I can’t see how my jokes are going over with the entire crowd. I can’t make eye contact and charm people. I can’t say something and gradually smile while I say it, which is up there with, “nodding your head while talking,” in the list of ways to get people to subconsciously like you.

You’re reading this going, “Damn, Coquette tries too hard.” Maybe I do. But I don’t think so, because if you’re saying it, you probably already like me, and if you like me, then it’s probably because I’ve already charmed the hell out of you. Which is what I’m supposed to do – I’m a self-promoting performer. And it’s also what I’m supposed to do because, aside from the actual sketching, I sort of *am* the event…or more accurately, I’m the Key Prop. And if the Key Prop is a wet blanket, then it’s going to be a loooong 2.5 hours.

This was going to be the usual, “Hey! Event! Tonight!” excitement building post, and I would love to do that. But my mother is in town tonight (and will be at Dr. Sketchy’s — everyone come out and say hi to my mom! …yeah, still sounds weird), and today has been kind of awful on all fronts. Pretty much the last thing I feel capable of doing is being sexy and wonderful in front of strangers, but that would be why they call it acting.

So if you read this blog and you come out tonight (which you should – there will be Christmas music, because I’m unashamedly That Girl), think of yourself as getting the back-stage pass into my brain. And please feel free to come say hi and tell me if I’m faking it well or not. 🙂

Coquette: “Dr. Sketchy 2: Sketch Harder”

26 11 2008
held that pose for 20 minutes, and then couldn't feel my hand for 20 more.

That’s right, darlings!  Dr. Sketchy’s model this time around is little ol’ me, and I will be glamming it up, Naughty Santa Style.  And!  It’s at nighttime!  Which is the right time…for sketching me.  Here are the official details:

Dr. Sketchy is what happens when cabaret meets art school.

Tuesday December 2, 2008 7-9:30pm
NIGHTTIME Dr. Sketchy’s Anti-Art School Burlesque Life Drawing Session
featuring: Coquette! From Big Moves!
Great Scott
1222 Commonwealth Ave (corner of Harvard and Commonwealth), Allston
$7 7-9:30pm 18+ (bring your ID, this is a bar)
We’re going to try an evening Dr. Sketchy to see if it’s attractive to folks. So write this in your calendar and please join us after work for evening drinks and drawing. Feel free to bring dinner with you, or have it delivered!

Come on out, stop in for a drink and a sketch. Mention the blog and I’ll kiss your cheek!

Marina: “How to Dance as Much as You Want, Tip #84 – EAT WHAT YOU WANT”

21 11 2008

Okay, that may seem like a non sequitur to some, but the connection is hot on my mind, because it’s coming up on the winter holidays, a time when our collective efforts to negotiate that tenuous line between consume/refrain come to a frenzied, holly-jolly climax. This split is particularly perilous when it comes to food. You see it in the ramped-up diet ads, the recipes for guilt-free gravy, the covers of the women’s magazines urging us to make decadent cakes for the family, but lose 20 pounds by the holidays.

The very language that most people use when talking about food consumed–“I’ve been bad” or “oh, you’ve been so good”–tells us that the naughty/nice metaphor has long ago ceased to be only a sorting device for Santa to plan his trip, and has thoroughly sunk into our own minds.

And I’m here to tell you that it is a waste of your time.

When you are busy fretting about calories, applying willpower to every party appearance, worrying about the difference between fat-free and full-fat eggnog, that is THAT MUCH EXTRA psychic energy that you no longer have available to pick that perfect mix for a holiday party, to look up a bellydance class in the paper, to go to the Nutcracker (or the Slutcracker, here in Boston), to get out to a reggae night and slow-grind your way to heaven. When you worry about food, you are letting it consume you, instead of the other way around.

I’m going to spare you any lecture about intuitive eating. Google it and see for yourself the benefits you can get from just, you know, eating. (And yes, there are intuitive eating resources out there for people with eating disorders, too.) Me? I just know that eating what feels good to me feeds ALL of me, my dancing feet and my whack-ass mind, too.

So this holiday season, I propose that you save your energy for the good stuff, and don’t fret about naughty or nice. Make it “tasty” or “nasty”, make it “whatever I can afford that is delicious”, make it “what I want to share with friends”. Eat it. Love it. Then get out there and dance. Your body will thank you. For all of it.