Ok so we’ve just done a combination that ends with a big kick, sort of a leap up, bring your arms up and back to meet your feet, then land lightly on one knee,
(Don’t worry, Gentle Reader, I modify the hell out of that)
And Smirnoff is encouraging us to leap as though we are going to kick the conductor’s baton right out of his hand!
And then he goes on to tell about this composer he used to work with. Smirnoff would be leaping! and spinning! and kicking! And he’d look out and see this guy put down his baton and look down, away from the stage and Smirnoff would say, “why have you stopped? Why are you not looking?” and the composer would say, “You terrify me. I am afraid to watch.”
And, ok, it sounded like he said Stravinsky.
But he couldn’t have said Stravinsky.
Right? I mean, what kind of crazy world is this? I mean, the autocorrect on my iPad fills in the name Stravinsky by the time I get to the V, how could I know somebody who knew him?
So I ask, “who was the composer?”
And he says, “Stravinsky.”
And I say, “Whah- You Knew Stravinsky?!!!!”
And Smirnoff says, “Oh yes! He would come by and get my father, they would go to the Denny’s on Sunset and watch the young people walking by and make dirty jokes!”
Gentle Reader, my mind. Is totally blown.
Ok, the larger picture there is Diaghilev, and Stravinsky in the glasses. The small picture with the three men is Diaghilev, Nijinsky, and Stravinsky.
I have to go stick my head in a bucket of ice now.