Contemporary dance has a rep in some circles for being hard to understand. What? “It never occurred to me that, for more than three decades now, I’ve been sitting among extremely nervous people, audiences so fearful of what they were about to see that they’d need to soothe their nerves with booze, Valium, or maybe just a really juicy Big Mac. Dance dangerous? Oh, my god! Should I have buckled my seat belt? Donned my helmet? Slipped on elbow pads? Will my local precinct sell me a bullet-proof vest?”