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Boston’s winter dance scene: Tapping and walking, stomping and flying

Boston's winter dance scene dips into the past, climbs onto the cutting-edge, and hosts guests from Spain, Brazil, Montreal and Copenhagen.

By DEBRA CASH  |  December 28, 2012

A whirlwind year of dance

Here's a look at highlights from my year of dance viewing.
From Fela! to Merce
By MARCIA B. SIEGEL  |  December 23, 2011

Psy at the Majestic, Savion Glover at the Opera House

Montreal breeds a seemingly infinite number of new-circus companies.
Getting off the ground and into it
By MARCIA B. SIEGEL  |  February 04, 2011

Classical inheritance

A teacher told me years ago that someday "you young people will inherit classical music. Then you can do with it what you want." And so I've been waiting.
Two fixtures hand over the reins to a younger generation
By EMILY PARKHURST  |  October 02, 2009

Tapperina's tales

The frontispiece of Shoot Me While I'm Happy reproduces a poster for a New York Tap Fringe Festival performance in 2005.
Jane Goldberg hoofs her way through
By MARCIA B. SIEGEL  |  August 14, 2009

Word to the mother

As a prepubescent thug, I often complained about the audio rotation on my father's car stereo, which primarily consisted of a steady mix of Moody Blues and books on tape.
Hip-hop moms serve waaay more than dinner
By CHRIS FARAONE  |  January 28, 2009


The big bang

A resurgence of interest tap dance was fueled in the ’90s by films and Broadway shows that featured the late, great Gregory Hines and his young friend Savion Glover.
Buckets and Tap Shoes ooze rhythm
By JOHNETTE RODRIGUEZ  |  May 01, 2007

Stomp the Yard

“Step,” the old-school group dance that has its origins in African gumboot and has been perfected by fraternities in Southern black universities. Watch the trailer for Stomp the Yard  (QuickTime)
 West Side Story with a new dance
By TOM MEEK  |  January 17, 2007

Side by side by the waterside

Gold Sounds were in the middle of a hellacious set of Pavement covers at the JVC-Newport Jazz Festival last Saturday afternoon when a woman who appeared to be in her 70s turned to me and said, “This is the sleeper of the day! I was going to get a lemonad
A disparate diet of sounds at Newport
By JON GARELICK  |  August 15, 2006