IMPRESSIONS: Bill T. Jones/Arnie Zane Company's "A Letter to My Nephew"
I've been doing this job for almost five years, and I still haven't gotten around to seeing all the choreographers and companies that show work in New York. It's a testament to the creativity and ingenuity to the concert dance scene that, even with the many challenges to making work, there's multiple options each week.
I've wanted to review Bill T. Jones/Arnie Zane Company for about as long as I've been writing about dance. Bill T. Jones (Arnie Zane, Jones' partner, died of AIDS-related lymphoma in 1988) is one of those choreographers whose legacy casts a long shadow even though he's still going strong.
Finally, I got my chance. And the results were . . .
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Bill T. Jones/Arnie Zane Company's A Letter to My Nephew at BAM Harvey. Photo by Stephanie Berger.
Young people think they know everything. Older people, though, know that they don’t know much. Life’s funny like that. The further you go, the more it disabuses you of your certainty. Yet some notions become truth, reinforced as they are through experience and knowledge. Thus, when an older person speaks, we should listen.
Bill T. Jones takes a personal approach to this in A Letter to My Nephew . . .
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