I know many of you have seen the above video clip before, but it never hurts to be reminded of Mr. A’s dancing background. This was from the Cats rehearsal at the New London Theatre in the West End in 1994, back in Richard Armitage‘s musical theatre days.
I wish the quality of the video was better; still, it’s a delight to watch him move (in case you haven’t seen it and can’t find him, Richard is the guy who jumps on the front of the stage in the beginning. He’s wearing a blue tank top/singlet, leg warmers and his long hair is pulled back in a ponytail. Oddly enough, he’s also one of the tallest dancers. 😉 )
All this talk about dance is due to our word for the day:
terpsichorean: (adj) of or relating to dancing; (noun) a dancer.
From Terpsichore, the muse of dancing and choral song in Greek mythology. Terpsichore is the feminine form of Terpsichoros, meaning to delight in the dance, a combination of the Greek word turpein (to delight in) and khoros (dance). it’s ultimately from the Indo-European root gher– (to grasp or to enclose) which is also the source of chorus, carol, choir, garth, court and garden. Earliest documented use: 1825.
Richard, who trained in several areas of the arts whilst a student at Pattison College, initially pursued a career in musical theatre. Eventually, our shy and retiring guy decided it wasn’t the right fit for him, all that razzle dazzle, and he enrolled at LAMDA to study acting. Musical theatre’s loss was our gain. If he’d stayed in musicals, I’d have likely never seen him and would still have no idea who the amazingly talented and versatile Richard Armitage even was. *shudders*
He may not be a professional dancer anymore but Richard’s grace, elegance, flexibility and economy of movement still shine through in his dramatic performances. Lucas climbing like a sleek black cat through windows, engaging in punch-ups with a balletic grace; Porter’s amazing dexterity in his prison yard fight with the giant, Guy’s delicious slinky stride through the castle corridors and much more.
Quite simply, the man is poetry in motion. *sigh*