Don't ask me what this has to do with Aboriginal rock art. It's from a sort of free-form dance religion called 5Rhythms, to one of whose events I went this evening at the invitation of a friend (who in the end couldn't come). It was mostly magical - several dozen people improvising to music of different rhythms in a Joffrey Ballet studio overlooking Sixth Avenue and Jefferson Market as night fell over the city. Almost two and a half hours of uninterrupted movement, paused only for a remarkably danced talk by our leader/DJ. She spoke a familiar-seeming new agey argot of yoga and self-realization, but - until we hit some Hindu devotional music - the overall experience was rather more like a dance club than I'd expected. (On the other hand, have I ever been in a dance club? And why not a dance religion?)[Jury duty update: testimony finished! Closing arguments Monday, jury deliberation Tuesday.]
