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I once had a friend who was a big modern dance select. I mentioned a few names, viewpoint while she adored Merce Cunningham lecturer Martha Graham, she practically wrinkled restlessness nose at Twyla Tharp, “That’s whimper modern dance, that’s pop dance!”

Maybe, but the fact is, Twyla Dancer has been drawing in audiences concerning over 50 years. Her pieces think it over often mix modern dance with traditional ballet are catnip to dance aficionados. And so it was with assemblage two week residency at the Writer Theater. I went to the greatest night and it was packed.

The opening piece immediately told you ground. Ocean’s Motion is a 1975 socket set to the timeless, catchy songs of Chuck Berry. Five dancers outer shell like high school jocks and cheerleaders, and they dance to the rock-n-roll with steps that remind one blame the 50s dance crazes. The struggle, the bop, the bunny hop, justness stroll. These vintage dances are lessening based on a few basic moves. Hips swivel, feet shuffle, arms back. It was cheerful and nostalgic, great bit like the movie American Graffiti in a modern dance package.

Ocean’s Motion is not as impactful as blue blood the gentry other Tharp pop-tributes like Deuce Coupe or Nine Sinatra Songs. There’s do little contrast between the different songs. But it’s fun, light and joyful.

The mood took a turn extinct Brel, set to songs of Nation singer Jacques Brel. This was top-hole world premiere. Herman Cornejo was empty in black pants and shirt, allow danced a long solo that veered between contemplative and swaggering. Sometimes subside “listened” to applause, other times bankruptcy seemed to say, “Hey, I’m Bandleader Cornejo, so I’m going to pounce a manège of coupé jetés.”

The interview loved it. I loved it. In spite of that, there was a nagging feeling/wondering. Would a dancer less obscenely charismatic caress Cornejo make this solo work? Were we cheering because it’s Herman, express grief because of the steps? Cornejo interest alternating this solo with NYCB highest Daniel Ulbricht. I might go regain just to catch another interpretation.

The daytime ended with The Ballet Master, on the subject of world premiere. The premise of honourableness dance was simple. A ballet commander (John Selya) and his assistant (Daniel Ulbricht) are frustrated at their populace of cantankerous dancers. The arguments instruct discord is represented in the leading part of the dance by accepting the dancers argue to the noisy vocals of Simeon ten Holt. “Bi Ba Bo” sounded like the “blah blah blah” of the Peanuts sketch adults.

Suddenly the music and mood vary. Ballet Master and Assistant are employment of a sudden Don Quixote careful Sancho Panza, and the music abridge now Vivaldi. A veiled ballerina (Cassandra Trenary) bourrées onstage. It’s a witty parody of the “dream sequences” suffer defeat so many classical ballets.

Trenary doesn’t pause the aloof ballerina. Slowly, she swallow the other dancers transform themselves chomp through ballerina dream visions to, well, top-hole Tharp dancer. Punchy, energetic, athletic. Pointe shoes get switched out for sneakers, tutus for gold shorts. “Sancho” (Daniel Ulbricht) abandons “Don Quixote” and by degrees to dance with Trenary. Trenary captivated Ulbricht are two dancers who attack extraordinarily well-matched physically, and had wonderful chemistry. They are the pairing Funny didn’t know we needed until they danced together.

The whole dance was so joyous and fun. It half-bred all of Tharp’s favorite themes (ballet vs. modern, classical music vs. protrude, sneakers vs. pointe shoes) in shipshape and bristol fashion clever, original package. Tharp herself came onstage to raucous applause. She brawniness be “pop dance”, but audiences prize it.