It was so bad that the Citizen App on Haglund's phone sent him an alert that a crime was in process at Lincoln Center. Twice.
We are, of course, talking about New York City Ballet's Fall Gala performance that has dropped its focus on ballet in favor of trying to sell low brow pop culture to the high brow crowd. The new choreography at this annual event has devolved into freestyle punctuated with ballet clichés. From one couple: "I don't think we should have purchased front row for this." No kidding. Not even back row would have been a sensible way to spend money.
But sensibility is not what this particular gala is about. Nor is it apparently about projecting responsibility and maturity at a time when the institution's sense of responsibility and maturity have come under attack and recently suffered a major loss to suicide. Here's what NYCB chose to dance to last evening in Kyle Abraham's The Runaway:
Ball so hard muh'fuckas wanna fine me
But first niggas gotta find me
What's fifty grand to a muh'fucka like me
Can you please remind me?
Ball so hard, this shit crazy
Y'all don't know that don't shit phase me
I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ball
Come and meet me in the bathroom stall
And show me why you deserve to have it all
Today I seriously thought about killing you
I contemplated, premeditated murder
And I think about killing myself
And I love myself way more than I love you, so
Today I thought about killing you, premeditated murder.