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Encore: Verb – To add to or repeat a performance, an extra or repeated performance. I was privileged to have the opportunity of an encore, a reprise that provided a look back at how very much I loved to dance – I still do! – and to teach and share my knowledge after nearly 15 years away from the art I spent most of my adult life practicing.
As many long-time readers of Gilded Serpent know, I had a 30-year career in Middle Eastern dance as a performer, teacher and writer. In the summer of 2000, while on tour with the Stanford Jazz Ensemble in Europe, I was walking with a group of students and was hit by an Italian tour bus, leaving me with TBI (traumatic brain injury) in addition to physical injuries. (See Bàraka and the Bus for details if you like.)
For more than 13 years I didn’t dance, though I missed it fiercely. I felt like I had unequivocally lost a part of myself.
My equilibrium was unsteady, I had been left with memory gaps and physical problems, and I felt that I could never again meet the standard I had always held myself to – to give the very best I could. But following the death of John Compton in October 2012, my dear friend Rita (Rebaba) Alderucci reconstituted Hahbi’Ru for memorial performances to honor John’s memory, slated for Rakassah and Tribal Fest in 2013. I so wanted to be part of this, even if I was limited to standing on stage and playing zils or tambourine, just to acknowledge John’s place in my life – and it was a big place he occupied, believe me!
There was a Ru potluck in San Francisco in early December of ’13, and I drove down from my home in the Sacramento Delta. I was nervous and frankly scared – one of the lasting problems I deal with is being highly sensitive to too much stimulation – and I was walking into a crowd of people, some of whom I’d never even met, though they too were part of the Ru family and loved John just as I did.
I was welcomed so warmly and was thrilled that several of my students had followed in my footsteps and become Ru’s. I agreed that I wanted to participate in whatever way I could, though I feared it would be minimal. A first rehearsal was set for January, and I decided I would go in cold. I didn’t watch any old videos or review any of the dances; I just wanted to see what, if anything, I remembered and whether I could dance up to the level that was required (at least in my mind.).
At that first rehearsal, there were many hugs and tears, and then the music started – Jamilo!
I was handed a basket, found my place in the line-up, and we began… the magic happened and I remembered!
It was still in my body, I could keep up, and instead of bumbling through, I realized that it was just the small things I needed to pick up – things like remembering the head turn when a foot came up, or which arm was on top on a linked turn!
At the end of that evening, I’m sure I wasn’t even touching the ground when I walked out of the studio, I was so elated, so excited, so dumbfounded by the joy of being able to move again, to be part of the family I loved so dearly! I bounced in my seat all the way through the 2-hour drive back home, laughing and telling myself over and over, “I can still dance! I can still dance!”
Over the next few months, we rehearsed weekly and things got better, though I struggled to learn the cymbal dance, which had been added to the Ru repertoire after I left the group. I borrowed costume pieces and remade my headdress and worked hard to learn what was needed to fully be a part of the memorial and reach the standard that John had always expected of us.
Top photo: At Desert Dance Festival 1990, in a much-loved Madame Abla costume.
This photo – Tahiya and me “gossiping” about John’s favored wife for the partner dance, with Mark Bell on doumbek. (1993)
When Rakassah came around, I felt almost ready – still a little shaky when there were sequential turns, a little nervous about remembering the cymbal choreography, but thrilled to be there. Seeing the heartfelt welcome from the audience, feeling the excitement of being back on stage and doing the dances I had come to love, and that were inextricably linked in my mind to the wonderful years we had at the Northern California Renaissance Faire at Black Point, made those 15 minutes beautiful to me. Jamilo and Tamzara were always two of my favorite dances, and performing them once more with my Ru family was sheer joy. Our tears flowed as the curtain closed, and we all gathered for a hearty dinner and endless remembrances afterward, shared between John’s “real” family and his Ru family.
Then it was on to Tribal Fest – and an even greater welcome. From the moment we started the procession to the stage, flinging flowers, singing and dancing, the audience was on their feet. Despite Rita injuring her knee in the first dance, she carried on throughout the show, and again we were lifted up by the love everyone held for John and Hahbi’Ru. We had added the Tunisian dance for this show, and added the pots in the entrance segment – it had been a long, long time since I’d balanced something, but it stayed on my head! One of the best parts of this show was that we prepped out in the park rather than in the dressing room, and it almost felt like we were back at Black Point, with perfect weather, good food and friends. Once more, John’s legacy was honored in great style and with great love shared and surrounding us all.
My first photo shoot, circa 1973 – a pretty hokey homemade
costume\ with CostPlus jewelry,
Finally, we were invited to be part of the Remembrance tribute to Jamila in Berkeley in October, where we did Beledi. To be able to honor my teacher and to dance once more for her filled my heart with gratitude for all she had done – she gave all of us a foundation of dance and terminology that made it possible to clearly communicate between dancers, and in many people’s eyes, gave a legitimacy to a form that had been undervalued for decades. She has always been a figure of great strength and power to me, and to give thanks to her in dance was a culmination long awaited. Though it had been a long evening for her, to exchange a hug and a few words after the show was a perfect end to an amazing encore to my career as a dancer that I had never expected to experience.
Now I look back at what I was blessed to have received from dance, so many memories arise: My first ballet class at 3 years old and dancing and singing my way through school; having teachers who inspired me, expected the best I could give, and encouraged me to grow; finding this form that combined so much of what I loved – dancing, of course, but music and ethnology and beautiful fabric to sew into exotic costumes, to play dress-up; being fortunate enough to be in the right time and place to find an incredible teacher in Jamila; making the journey from baby dancer (and how terrified I was the first time Jamila approved me to do a student performance at a Moon Celebration at the Casbah!) to (mostly) respected teacher and author doing something that brought me so much joy; spending those years with John and Rita, Hahbi’Ru and all my sister-wives and family at Black Point and at so many unique events; progressing from dancing in pizza parlors to a keyboard and clarinet duo who could only manage a single set of Middle Eastern-sounding music to working with many superb musicians in beautiful clubs and venues; being honored for my work with awards from my peers and mentors.
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It is bittersweet to recognize that an encore is also a finale, that the show is over. While these last performances were encouraging, I realized when viewing them that I didn’t have the confidence in myself that I had always had before the accident, and I knew that performing would never again be something I could do with ease – at least not as a soloist! But maybe I could still teach?
Rebaba was to teach the Hahbi’Ru Pot Dance for Jill Parker’s Gold Rush in February. Since she was still awaiting knee surgery, she asked Paula and me to demonstrate while she taught. I was happy to be part of this, and enjoyed the chance to be in the studio again, albeit in a secondary capacity. But it got me wondering if I might be able to teach on my own.
I had been participating in the 1970s Belly Dance Facebook group, and had been encouraged by many of the members to re-release my 1997 instructional video, The Dancer’s Toolkit. It took months to get the video converted, and I hoped for a June 2014 release. Terry DelGiorno wanted me to teach a workshop for her, tied to the Toolkit material, and after some convincing on her part – OK, honestly, she had to twist my arm and convince me to do this despite my fears – I agreed to a small event with student participation. My concept was to target specifics that students were looking to improve, so I provided a pre-workshop questionnaire to get ideas about what to address. This may not have been the most workable of ideas, since fewer than half the students signed up in time to submit their ideas. The day of the workshop I was very nervous, afraid I wouldn’t be capable of rising to the occasion.
While the feedback from those who attended was positive, I felt I hadn’t been able to be effective as a teacher. One of the issues I deal with post-injury is that I have become a uni-tasker – only able to do one thing at a time – and to teach well, I need to be able to keep a lesson plan moving, provide feedback, answer questions, and keep abreast of the energy and momentum in the room. On this score, I will frankly have to admit that I couldn’t do it, and there were moments when Terry had to take over and help me to refocus. I was disappointed in my abilities and my concentration wavered too much to work up to the standard I would expect from an instructor. I am still considering offering individual coaching, but I’m afraid that the workshop circuit is not a productive venue for me to pursue.
However, after considerable delays (over 6 months more than I’d expected) I have finally re-released The Dancer’s Toolkit as a 2-DVD set, including my 1996 performance video, The Best of Baraka, plus a final improvisation that is my last recorded performance. This final performance was at Choreography Consciousness in San Francisco in 1999 and I was to perform a piece I’d choreographed, but fate, being the fickle mistress she is, was having none of it. I’d performed earlier that day at a benefit in Marin for a dancer who’d suffered a severe spinal injury, and discovered on my arrival in SF that I’d left both copies of my music at the prior event. The organizer took me to her CD collection and I recognized a piece I’d coached a student on but never performed myself. The resulting performance still amazes me every time I view it – it was one of those rare performances where everything is in the moment, every beat is caught, every nuance of the music is expressed, and I love it! I think it is a performance of which I can be very proud, as well as humbled by the experience of it.
I have wished I had the last 15 years back as a dancer, but I realize that there comes a time when we must release things that no longer are possible. I am pursuing a new career as a healer, having completed my training as a Reiki Master and am now looking forward to becoming a certified massage practitioner. I have discovered that teaching and dancing and healing are all aspects of the same desire to bring harmony into the world and into our hearts, and so while I still love to dance and the movements will never leave me, my path forward lies elsewhere.
The years I spent as a dancer were at the core of my being. I will never forget the joy of live improvisational performance, when the music and the dance and the moment became one. I will never regret the many travels, the students who pushed me to be the best I could be, the friends I made – and the mistakes as well! And if on occasion I spoke unwisely or unkindly, I ask the forgiveness of anyone on the receiving end of my sometimes-unconsidered speech.
It was an incredible ride and I am grateful for so much, from the Casbah to Black Point, from teaching in church parlors and recreation centers to flying across the country to teach in ballrooms and auditoriums, for the safety pins shared and the costume malfunctions, for the many wonderful musicians who shared their talent. The late night breakfasts after the clubs shut down, San Francisco’s Broadway at 3 AM. Going to sleep under the stars at Black Point and seeing my favorite pirate in the tree above Caravansary Stage. So many memories, so much joy and laughter, so full a life, and finally, the encore that brought all this into perspective.
If you’ve ever taken a workshop or class with me, if you hired me to work in your club or entertain at your party, if you were an audience member in clubs or shows or contests or at a Renaissance Faire, if you bought a costume or shared a dressing room, and if I learned from you as a teacher or performer or especially a human being, you are a part of this encore as well. It would not have been the same without you, and you have my sincere thanks for making my dance life something I will never regret and never forget.