Classless ‘show art’

Having just read today’s paean to Twyla Tharp’s college workshop (“The Twyla Zone Grows: Prickly as Ever, a Cult Creator Expands Her Pioneering Influence,” Oct. 24), I just want to throw up.

Those of us who used to kick our hoofies nightly, as chorus boys and showgirls in a touring extravaganza, watched as Twyla Tharp’s concept of choreography was adopted with a heavy emphasis on “show art” versus “show biz.” A celebration of classlessness spread quickly as new management changed to Tharp’s style. Audiences got up at intermission and kept walking out the doors of the venue never to return. Why buy a ticket to see something that stinks?

So thanks for destroying our profession.

Craig Carr

West Hills