Category: Dance


So I’m leaving for Asheville in the morning, to spend 4 days with my teacher, the divine Lisa Z, and Ava Fleming. This year, I’m taking my partner in crime, Scarlett, to spend four days of intensive concentration on performance and stage presence.

Last year was revelatory, so we’ll see what this year brings.

I’m leaving with a cold and a nearly broken toe. I dropped a giant porcelain plate on my foot a few nights ago and it shattered, leaving the entire top of my foot purple. I haven’t been able to practice because of this, and being so insanely busy trying to leave, so I don’t even have my piece ready. We’ll see how this goes.

I’ll be in Roanoke tomorrow night, stopping to hike the Appalachian trail a little, then to Asheville Friday afternoon. Friday through Monday I’ll be at the retreat, and will then recuperate at Keswick Hall at Charlottesville. Then it’s up to the caves and back home.

At least that’s the plan. We’ll see how much I actually do.

I haven’t had much time for writing lately, due to major life / work things happening – some good, some bad. It’s at times like this that I like to revisit my dance roots and think about why I dance.

Earlier in the year, I got in a total funk about dance in general. Could not enjoy it, hated practice, and was questioning why I was doing it at all. I couldn’t do Egyptian style well, my fusion was more bouncy and glittery than dark, and I had very little exposure to the folkloric side of Middle Eastern dance. I felt awkward and directionless. At the same time, major developments were happening with my day job and I was being asked to teach dance, so I was conflicted about whether to make a more serious commitment to dance than I already had.

This seems pretty funny in retrospect. I placed in the 2010 Nationals, and a few months later suddenly had a crisis about whether I wanted to continue dancing.

To get out of my funk, I started gathering songs that I was very excited about creating choreography for, and started learning new technique some familiar props. A sword workshop by the lovely Belladonna also helped me discover a new prop that I had previously never worked with. I also started dropping in on non-Middle Eastern dance classes, just to shake things up a bit. I met some incredible teachers, and found some seriously inspiring classes that forced me to think of movement in a different way.

The reason I was in a funk because I was just bored with belly dance. I had worked on the same set and movements for months, burned myself out, then was suddenly in the situation where I had to look at becoming a teacher and performing as a source of income, having not taught before and being rather freaked out by the whole idea.

How often do we stagnate in our practice because we don’t do things that challenge us, or learn a new (or old) way of interpreting our standard vocabulary? For me, the combination of western classes, new props, and a focus old-school folkloric technique with multiple teachers helped me learn to start enjoying my practice again. It’s vitally important to constantly study with multiple teachers, regardless of current skill level or style, just to get a different interpretation of what we do. We all do the same steps, regardless of what branch of belly dance we’re on, but a new way of interpreting them makes us well-rounded. Even a simple concept can be revolutionary if we haven’t heard it before.

Another question is, do we restrict ourselves creatively because we are faced with earning a living off of art? As a professional designer, my art is reserved for work hours. I haven’t made any fine art in my free time in over ten years, and I was concerned that making middle eastern dance a large part of my profession would make it suffer in the same way. I like my day job, so leaving it completely isn’t an option.

On that same token, how much do we cheapen what we do when we perform for free? I get requests to perform for free regularly, and I’m occasionally open to it if it’s for a charity I agree with, but the assumption is that I’ll perform at the drop of a hat just for “fun”. People don’t see the 2 hours of prep work that goes into just getting ready, not to mention the 20+ a week of training, classes and creating sets, and the long hours spent making costumes or treating injuries. Performances are HUGELY stressful, especially for me, and time spent doing free shows can often be better used for training, spending time with cool people, or you know, actual paying work.

I like what I do. I belly dance because it entertains and amuses me to be an professional type during the day, and this shady character dancing in a bar at night. I like the constant training and the perfection of the crisp movements of a drum solo to the deceptively difficult fluidity of taqsim. Some people like what I do, and I am grateful for their support, and if they want to give me money, that’s even better.

But it’s still a job. Renewing and reclaiming my practice on occasion has to be part of the job description.

(Thanks to Alan Iverson)

I have strong opinions about practice. It’s true, I do. Obviously, none of us reaches our full potential as performers without dedicated and regular practice. Teachers like when they see improvement in what we do, and I believe it’s our duty as perpetual students to take what they teach us, and develop it on our own for their later review.

What am I currently doing for practice? Every weekday morning I get up at 5:30. It sucks, I hate it, I’m in pain and grouchy for about an hour, usually moaning about both. After I’ve had my breakfast and tea, I stretch intensively for 30 – 40 minutes, and get my Daily Show fix. Then, I practice for at least an hour and a half, nonstop. I arrange my drills and things to work on, create a playlist, and go. No stopping, ever. I’m usually ready to collapse at the end. When I’m not practicing dance, I practice slow martial arts drills, or go for a slow run.

That’s just the morning. In the evening come the classes. Monday 3 hours of Krav Maga. Tuesday through Thursday, Hip Hop, Jazz, and Middle Eastern classes at 1.5 hours a pop. That’s at least 3.5 hours of training per day. And yes, I still work a solid 8 hours per day. Weekends include 2 hours of Krav Maga plus 1.5 hours of Modern on Saturday, then 4 hours of practice on Sunday.

It seems insane. Writing it down makes it look insane. But it feels normal, and I’ve been doing this for months, and in different configurations in previous years.

It seems that many middle eastern AND western dancers I know don’t practice this way. There are a few notable exceptions, almost all of which are people who are performing at a level I aspire to. Using their example, this is what I’ve determined I need to do to succeed at the level I have set for myself. There have been times when I’ve hated practicing at all, usually due to some kind of external thing going on, and times like today, where I can barely move. But my goal of being exceptional drives me forward through the pain and negative emotions, towards something greater.

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