The image that first springs to mind when I ponder whether dance can exist without music is a scene from the 1984 film, Amadeus. In it, the dancers are rehearsing the wedding dance scene from Mozart’s The Marriage of Figaro, without the music. Mozart’s score pages have been torn up by Count Orsini-Rosenberg, the Emperor’s opera director, after a dispute that ballet was not allowed within Vienna’s royal operas. Emperor Joseph II, a fan of Mozart’s work, makes an appearance at the rehearsal and watches, bewildered, as the dancers move about dutifully onstage, in count, music-less, the only sound being the thuds of their landings, the creaks of the floorboards beneath them. Joseph II is unsure of what to make of the silent, comically awkward scene. “I don’t understand,” he says finally, not wanting to offend Mozart or reveal his own ignorance. “Is it… modern?” Once the conflict has been resolved, music returns, and opening night reveals the dancers once again creating art, not confusion, with their movements.
We, the audience, have a keen appreciation for this kind of end result. Through the years, music and dance have come together to entertain, enlighten and provide art in our lives. Historically, ballet is a relative newcomer to the equation. Millennia before ballet’s inception in the Italian Renaissance courts of the 15th and 16th centuries, dance has been around, to inform, to honor through ceremony and ritual, to enrich people’s lives and their world. In many cultures, the connection of music and dance are powerful, ingrained in everyday life and countless ceremonies. To this day, many African cultures do not have a word for music and dance as a separate entity. Movement to music is innate and unquestioned.
I experienced this firsthand back in 1985, when, post-university, I joined the Peace Corps and moved to provincial Africa, following four years of dancing with a ballet company. Dance became, overnight, a different concept entirely, as did the music accompanying it. You saw it everywhere: in houses, at public events, at parties, funerals, store openings, to greet visiting dignitaries, to bid others farewell. Music was simple: djembe drums, the deeper, more sonorous tam-tam drums, shaken gourds, singing. Movement seemed to arise from deep within the cores of the dancers, as a visceral response to the drumming. Dance flowed from their bodies. It was astonishing to observe, and, later, to try for myself. The music had compelled me, and mandated me to move.