Twyla Tharp's Eight Jelly Rolls. Photo by Ian Douglas.
How do you get from point A to point B, from being nobody to becoming somebody? Specifically, how do you go from being a broke artist living in pre-gentrified Soho to Twyla Tharp, one of the few choreographers whose name non-dance people recognize?
Minimalism and Me, running at the Joyce Theater through mid-December, attempts to answer these questions with a lec/dem revisiting Tharp’s early works. The show reveals the trajectory from a three-and-half-minute pose to Eight Jelly Rolls, a 30-minute showcase of vaudevillian suavity. Yet, for all the clarity obtained, the magic isn’t pinpointed through the pieces. For that, you must look to . . .
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