He used to sit quietly in the corner of the studio while his mother worked. There were no babysitters in his childhood. If Patsy was choreographing, he was there — watching, listening, absorbing every movement. While other boys spent afternoons trading baseball cards, he was memorizing counts, stretching his legs, and studying the rhythm of music echoing through a dance hall in Houston. He was born on August 18, 1952. From the beginning, there was something restless and electric about him. His father, Jesse, worked as a draftsman at a chemical plant. His mother founded the Houston Jazz Ballet Company.…
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