"cultural" experiences

So the other night I was invited along to a "dance performance" at the Jerusalem Theatre. Of course I'm going, right? .... I can honestly say that I have never seen anything like it in my life. Not to say that I would ever want to see anything like that ever again. I'm not really sure how what I saw classified as dancing. It was like new-age-interpretive-dance with a lot of jumping around to strange sounds that I suppose was music. I might be a little left (ok, a lot left) of center, but even I had a hard time getting into all of it.
And yet, it was kind of like brainwash, because there were parts that I was totally fascinated by. I mean, how do these people come up with the idea of jumping and flopping around on mattresses while flailing their arms? Do they really choreograph a piece like that and then sit around going, Wow, what an amazing dance performance that is going to be! These were some of my thoughts as I was watching, when I wasn't cringing at the high-waisted short-shorts that the male dancers were wearing. And there was one who was definitely Middle-East hairy. Ew. Do you think he argued for outfits with more coverage? And when he lost that one, don't you think he would take action to get rid of some of the unsightly hair? Not that I believe in male-waxing in general, but when you're going to be on stage in something that's practically a mankini....

So let's take this and compare it to last night, when, after dinner, my cousin pulls out his Turkish drum and begins to play. It was totally awesome. I don't see how people pay money to see the dance thing, when they can have crazy awesome drum sessions at home. He just played and played, more pure and enjoyable than the night before, for sure.

Of course, we are family. Protectsia, you know.