An artist named “Foofwa”—don’t we expect the bizarre, the incomprehensible?

But here he is—a normal-looking guy--casual and relaxed in sweatsuit and gray socks, chatting with the audience while warming up…deceptive, for this is only the first of an electrifying range of characters we will meet in this fine-tuned and flowing solo performance.

There is no “backstage” here—his “Grand Entrance” will be made from the great outdoors of Mt. Tremper, through what looks like the fire door—but we’ll speak of that later…

First, we must be educated—for too many in the audience (myself included) are not that familiar with those two giants of Dance; Pina, Merce, (Michael, we know)—their quirks and characteristic styles of movement, their motives and mannerisms. Professor Foofwa to the rescue! A concise and clear history of Dance, Dance Evolution…yes, he’s a natural teacher-- what? You expected him to dance, not talk? Like I said, there’s many people in this show—all of them him.