NEW YORK (AP) — Paul Taylor, a towering figure in American modern dance who, in a career that spanned more than six decades, created a vast body of work that reflected both the giddy highs and the depraved lows of the human condition, has died. He was 88.
Spokeswoman Lisa Labrado tells The Associated Press that Taylor died Wednesday at Beth Israel Medical Center in Manhattan. The cause of death was not immediately available, but Labrado says Taylor was in hospice care.
Taylor kept working well into his 80s, venturing into his company’s Manhattan studios from his Long Island home to choreograph two new pieces a year, and 147 in all.
“The works that satisfy me the most? They’re the ones I’m working on,” he told The Associated Press in a 2011 interview, while rehearsing “To Make Crops Grow,” his 137th dance. “It’s the work process that I like. Once it’s done, I want to put everything out of my mind. I’d rather forget it.”
The Paul Taylor Dance Company is one of the world’s most successful contemporary troupes, touring the globe year-round and able to pull off an annual three-week season at Lincoln Center’s David H. Koch Theater. Audiences often appreciated the newer pieces, but his signature work remained the 1975 piece “Esplanade,” an explosion of joy and athleticism, with Taylor’s limber dancers running, skipping, hurling themselves into each other’s arms like missiles and tumbling to the floor with abandon, all to two Bach concertos.
The pairing of classical music — especially 18th-century Baroque — with a very modern style of dance was one of Taylor’s hallmarks. But he also went far and wide with his musical choices, scoring his works not only with symphonies and concertos but ragtime, tango, barbershop quartet and even elevator music. In “Big Bertha” (1970), set in an amusement park, he used music from a band machine acquired from a St. Louis museum. “That gave me the idea for the dance,” he said. “Often one starts with an idea and then looks for music, but it works both ways.”
“Big Bertha,” though, was most notable for its disturbing content, reflecting Taylor’s penchant for giving equal time to the darkest depths of human nature. “Bertha” is a robotic carnival creature. A wholesome 1950s family — a couple and their daughter — comes out to the fun fair to play, but after feeding coins into Bertha’s slot, slips into depravity; by the end, the father has raped and killed his pig-tailed young daughter. Even a lighter work, “Company B,” a set of jaunty dances like the jitterbug to the music of the Andrews Sisters, has its dark elements: Look closely amid the joyful dances and you see young men as soldiers, shot and crumpling to the ground.
A strong message always emanated from Taylor’s work, said dance writer Allan Ullrich. “You know he’s always saying something,” Ullrich said. “There should be two words written on his tombstone: ‘He communicated.'”
Paul Belleville Taylor, Jr. was born July 29, 1930, during the Great Depression. He began his life in a town outside Pittsburgh, but spent much of his youth in the Washington, D.C. area. In his whimsically written autobiography, “Private Domain,” he describes a childhood full of boundary-testing moments: A run-in with police after he and a friend steal a baby stroller from a variety store, or a prep-school stunt involving the actual excavation of a coffin.
He wound up at Syracuse University, where he studied painting and then joined the swim team, purely to gain scholarship money. College sports was more work than he expected, but at 6-foot tall and with a huge arm span, he was well suited to the sport.
Those arms, swinging through space, would become crucial to his dance work. In fact, Taylor’s signature move looks a bit like a swimmer in mid-butterfly stroke, albeit twisted up to the sky.
But the desire to dance came as a shock to Taylor: In his sophomore year, he once wrote, he experienced “something stronger than an itch … an unignorable hunch … a flash.” He informed his incredulous swimming coach he was leaving, to dance. “Don’t tell me you’re any good at it,” the coach replied. Taylor couldn’t — at least not yet.
Taylor transferred to Juilliard in New York, but first he attended a summer dance course where he met, and learned from, the great modern choreographer Martha Graham. Years later, his name would become forever linked with hers as part of the great trio of modern dance choreographers, along with Merce Cunningham. (Graham died in 1991, Cunningham in 2009.)
A year after graduating Juilliard in 1953, Taylor set up his own company, rehearsing in whatever space he could find. He was 24, and his first work was a collaboration with the artist Robert Rauschenberg, “Jack and the Beanstalk.” A year later he joined Graham’s company as a soloist — he would dance there for seven seasons, while continuing to build his own company.
In 1956, Taylor choreographed one of his odder, but much-discussed works: “3 Epitaphs,” the oldest work in his company’s repertoire today (it opened the company’s Spring 2013 season at Lincoln Center.)
For the score, he chose early New Orleans jazz, the music played at weddings and funerals in the south. He set five peculiar creatures — something like futuristic cavemen — gyrating across the stage, dressed head-to-toe in dark gray unitards, designed by Rauschenberg, with reflectors shining on their heads and hands.
In 1959, Taylor collaborated with another giant of dance, George Balanchine, of the New York City Ballet, in his “Episodes.” The great Russian-born ballet master asked him to dance, Taylor has said, “like fly in glass of milk.” Balanchine also offered Taylor a permanent job, but he turned it down, put off by the formal strictures of ballet.
“I just wanted to be a modern dancer,” Taylor told the AP in the 2011 interview. “I picked what I wanted to do, and I’ve stuck to that.”
Taylor’s own dancing career ended abruptly in 1974, after he collapsed onstage from illness and exhaustion during a performance in Brooklyn. But as a choreographer, he was just getting going: A year later came “Esplanade,” later celebrated as one of the most wondrous works of dance anywhere.
And in 1976, he came up with the deliciously odd “Cloven Kingdom,” whose famous “men’s quartet” section was performed in the East Room of the White House in 2010 at a dance event hosted by first lady Michelle Obama. Men in tuxedoes dancing to Baroque music suddenly becoming four-legged animals, prowling to a drumbeat. The women? They dance daintily in evening wear, then suddenly turn up in metallic headgear from some old sci-fi film.
Joy, passion, despair, death, depravity — there were few serious topics Taylor wouldn’t broach. But he was also known, for his sense of humor. Sometimes it was merely weird, as in the curious “Phantasmagoria” (2011), which featured a Byzantine nun having a naughty interaction with a toy snake, not to mention an Irish step dancer, a group of Isadora Duncan disciples, a Depression-era Bowery bum and someone who infected everyone with a dancing virus — all to Renaissance music.
But at other times it had a classic flair, as in the 1995 “Offenbach Overtures,” a foray into pure comedy and clowning to the spirited music of 19th-century French composer Jacques Offenbach, where buffoonish soldiers mixed with coquettish can-can dancers.
“Without a doubt, the humor is in the choreography,” Parisa Khobdeh, a Taylor dancer, once told Dance Magazine. “It’s not something we put on. Paul has a pure talent for timing, for surprising you and the audience.”
In his later years, Taylor spent most of his time in his house in Long Island, venturing into Manhattan for events, like the Lincoln Center season, or for a six-week rehearsal period each year for new dances.
At one such rehearsal, for “To Make Crops Grow,” Taylor allowed a visiting AP reporter to watch him work. Again and again, he asked a dancer playing a child to repeat one small move: A skip across the stage. It was too fast, too slow, too long, too short. In a quiet voice, he cracked an occasional joke, to reverent laughter from the troupe.
The dance had a dark theme: it was based on the famous short story “The Lottery” by Shirley Jackson, about a stoning ritual in small-town America. Taylor remarked that he was never at a loss for ideas.
“There’s a bottomless pit of ideas in dance,” he said.
Taylor has even described choreographing as an addiction.
“To put it simply, I make dances because I can’t help it,” he wrote in an essay entitled “Why I Make Dances.”
“Working on dances has become a way of life, an addiction that at times resembles a fatal disease. Even so, I’ve no intention of kicking the habit.”