The gentleman I am stalking left The Mark Morris Group's Mostly Mozart performace at the interval on Thursday night. I know what he means. I had no idea what "A Lake" was all about. I turned to my companion and embarressingly admitted that "This is fucking BORING. Away Mark. You are so much better than this." I had raved non-stop about Mark Morris and so my companion was somewhat bemused as to what the fuss was all about. There was also an obvious last minute replacement for one of the female dancers.

Shame that the Teachster left when he did as the second half was infinitely better. "I Don't Want to Love" contained Morris' usual comedy and "Jesu, Meine Freude" was truly beautiful. I was interested, on closer inspection of the brochure, to note that all pieces were choreographed from 1985 to 1996. Compared with his current work, such as the Violet Cavern which left me shivering it was so good, his older material is dated. Not dated in the way that Martha Graham's work now is and by which I mean so obviously 70's, but just in it's less daring, less powerful style. Mark you have come a long way and you are now so much better than this older stuff. It is only dated if you know that it is his. Still for the cover price of the ticket you got a good two hours of dance, almost double his usual performances.

Of all the dancers in his group, time and time again I am enthralled by Julie Worden and Lauren Grant, the latter I jealously noted is engaged to the hotness that is David Leventhal who was interviewed in this week's Time Out. Sounds like Mark Morris is more than a few degrees of arsehole to work for and has a stifling managerial style. Ah, never work for a genius, it's so much better to pay for the ticket and go and watch.