Alvin Ailey

I last saw the Alvin Ailey dance company in 1975, as a teenager living in Berlin and trying out everything new. It was blazingly good - the movement so sensual, dancers apparently having a ball.
The company I saw in Plymouth last night must all have been born since then. The audience was young and wildly enthusiastic. Plymouth does seem to be a convivial place for theatre. I was admiring, but that excitement of old, the thrill of finding something new, seemed to have faded.
Then the last piece hit the stage, Revelations, set to black spiritual songs. It pumped in the thrilled to be alive gusto.
Hooray for dance.