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SANDY SILVA
Kendall-Jackson Music Hall 7 p.m. Mon., Sept. 3
Her rhythms are complex: everything from simply mirroring the beat of a song to playing the dance version of an a cappella, multipart composition. Her primary "instruments" are her feet on the floor, but she's likely to use the body slapping of hambone or Schuplattler as well as pure vocalizations. She alternates between showing us a relaxed upper body (focusing our attention on her legs) and a fully formed figure, where the interrelationships of fingers, hands, arms, and head add an unsounded line to the music of her feet. Those feet can be as articulate as hands, by turns tapping a precise filigree on the surface of the floor or pounding down into the ground to make enough sound to raise the dead.
It's first through that sound that we become a part of the communication she establishes—Silva's a dancer you hear as intently as you watch. She frequently tours with world music groups such as La Bottine Souriante from Quebec, but her dancing looks forward to new innovations just as often as it honors past traditions. She's something of a one-off; like musician Bobby McFerrin, she's willing to keep following an idea even if it leads away from well-known paths. Her set can include music from the Balkans, Cape Breton, Ireland, or from nowhere at all, with movement that draws from any or all of those places. Silva may be hard to categorize, but she's amazingly easy to like, and once you listen to her dancing, you'll be impatient to see her return. skurtz@seattleweekly.com