“[Caitlin] Scranton dances it as no less a tour de force than Childs did three decades ago. Glass’ paradoxically joyful and melancholy Dance No. 4 opens it with a deep chord, then begins to dissolve imperceptibly over time before changing to the final section, which brings the other dancers back, bathed in sunrise gold.”
I’m going on the 12th. Maybe we should meet up?