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Archie Burnett spins underground dance club memories at Jacob’s Pillow

Life Encounters: Archie Burnett at Jacob's Pillow Dance Festival 2021.
Life Encounters: Archie Burnett at Jacob's Pillow Dance Festival 2021.Christopher Duggan Photography

BECKET — If part of the lure of going clubbing is the ways in which one can, in the hallucinatory, anonymous realm of the dance floor, lose oneself, imagine how revelatory it is to go to a club to find one’s true self. (Or to find that true self, truly accepted by others.)

Self-proclaimed “clubhead” Archie Burnett has said that a club is family, the kind “that accepts you for who you are and what you do.” The specific clubs Burnett is talking about are the underground House clubs of New York City, as well as their forerunners, the Ball clubs that began emerging in the 1970s, and that Burnett discovered in the early 1980s. “Life Encounters,” Burnett’s part memoir/part lecture-demonstration show premiering this week at Jacob’s Pillow, traces his pathway from “Soul Train”-addicted child to teen newbie voguer to, in his capacity as one of the founders of the famed House of Ninja, adult “father”hood.


The six dancers — fabulous, unique — who accompany Burnett also point to his continuing story, these days highlighted by his mentorship of the younger generations. Now 62, Burnett is respectfully referred to as a grandfather of that house named after Burnett’s great friend — the renowned voguer Willi Ninja — who served as its mother.

When he was a young dancer in the Ball circuit, Burnett developed a movement style distinctly suited to his own, tall, muscular yet supple, body; throughout “Life Encounters,” Burnett serves small, but juicy, portions of this tailor-made dancing. The unassuming track pants and tank top he sports throughout the dance may belie his status as a true legend, but when he starts moving, he glows with the decades of virtuosic authority. In brief bursts he frames his face and torso in a flurry of crisply executed arm positions, while his feet whisper him sideways, forward, backward; occasionally he slides into a split, playfully reminding us that this grandfather can still get down, in every sense of the phrase.


Burnett’s short star turns also serve in a practical sense, as a bridge between the various portions of the performance, which, in addition to mapping his own trajectory, also serve as a basic primer of popular Ball and House forms, especially Vogue and Waacking. There is an overall looseness to the performance but occasionally the piece meanders, despite its brevity (it’s about 40 minutes long). Given that it’s such a personal work, I wished Burnett spoke live, rather than via the pre-recorded voice-over narrative woven throughout the performance. I also suspect that this show will greatly benefit from being in an indoor theater, where lighting and wings can offer both a more fluid (and magical) sense of scene-shifting, as well as creating the sense of the dark, underground world of the clubs.

Yet there is much that does bring us to this world. Steve “DJ Chip Chop” Gonzalez’s consistently funky score lends an infectious groove to the proceedings, while the dance sections conjure a variety of milieus and attitudes — wild party, cool runway, spaced-out trip. The frequent costume changes celebrate that elaborate, flamboyant aspect of Ball culture: thigh-high boots; a hot-pink, floor-length, ruffled robe; a form-hugging, yellow, knee-length onesie; shimmery, variously-hued pants; cascading capes; wigs of various colors and textures.

The finale is one of those great sequences in which each dancer gets their moment in the spotlight — or, in the sunlight — and brings us full circle to the “come as you are” spirit of House circles. There’s Princess Lockerooo (Samara Cohen; those fantastic costumes are all courtesy of her), swirling her arms and sliding into splits; the great b-woman Ephrat “Bounce” Asherie, whirligigging on her back or tying up her legs in pretzels; Deandre “Yummy” Brown, like a resplendent fish diving to the floor/sea and up; Abdiel (Jacobsen) weaving their legs with deft delicacy, salsa-like, their purple chiffon cape/tunic fluttering out like wings; Sinia Reid kicking her kinky booted-legs with deadpan deadliness while gyrating her magenta-wigged head; Maya Llanos shimmy-stuttering her legs in a wide parallel while her torso curves in contrasting undulations.


Nipping at the heels of this generation are those of the next — many recently drawn to the mesmerizing world of Waacking via TikTok — now hungry to learn more about the history and the people who were there. For the newbies, there’s always a place at this table.


At Jacob’s Pillow Dance Festival, Becket, through Sunday. Tickets $45. 413-243-0745, www.jacobspillow.org

Janine Parker can be reached at parkerzab@gmail.com.