Another recent highlight was, as you might have guessed by the headline, performing at a friend's wedding.
Now, this wasn't a big formal thing, nor was it a real gig. The couple wanted their friends to put on little skits and the like, and I knew this was just my chance to pull out the ol' hip scarf and foot undies and embarrass someone. Preferably not me.
Factors working in favour of this momentous event actually taking place included working with Nadira Jamal's Rock the Routine and taking Cihangir's workshops last weekend. What I wanted to do was to get my husband to play the doumbek and do a short improvised drum solo, and then go around and get everyone up to dance. I thought if we kept it short and sweet, there would be less time to screw up, and it would be obvious that we were amateurs doing something out of love for the couple.
It also helped that Cihangir mentioned during one of the workshops that the audience doesn't notice much of the dancing anyway for the first bit of a dance, as they're looking at you, checking out your costume, and so on. So I thought a stately, showy entrance would get me halfway there, and that already allayed some of the nerves.
The key was getting something sparkly to wear. I didn't think the full bellydancer getup would be appropriate, especially given that I wasn't doing a proper performance. But a friend and I went to the Saidi boutique here in Berlin, and after an hour or so of dedicated attention managed to find a gorgeous saidi dress, black with silver vertical stripes, and a light peach, translucent hip scarf to match. I may also have picked up a saidi cane on the way out. The golden goddess saidi dress I also fell in love with stayed in the store, hopefully for a future visit. As you can imagine, trying on the sparkly stuff was tough, grueling work. But I'm just that kind of person.
As the day approached, my love and I did some drum and dance improvising, and I reviewed Nadira Jamal's notes for the drum solo.
Factors working against this performance? The fact that our son gave us about three hours of sleep the night before the celebration.
But the show must go on. As it happens, I wound up doing my best moves in the bathroom, as I grossly underestimated how slowly the evening's festivities would progress. I wanted to be ready -- with full makeup and warmed up -- in time for our appearance. However, we were last on the program, and the precise nature of the performances was meant to be a surprise. Effectively, this meant that I spent about an hour hiding in the bathroom, stretching and practicing a variety of combos. Let me tell you, there's nothing to combat stage fright quite like the prospect of escaping the smell of a public loo.
The dance itself was incredibly fun to do, if ultimately a bit messy. (There's no video, and my memory is a bit blank of what I actually did, so the details cannot be reconstructed...) I had the DJ follow it up with Alabina's Lolole which, since it has the same melody as "Please Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood," seemed like it would be an approachable, arabic-sounding but still hummable tune to start dancing too. Then I went around and started pulling people from their chairs and onto the dance floor.
The results? It was fun, I have a saidi dress and cane that are patiently waiting to be brought out again, I overcame a fear of mine, and all sorts of people asked me where I took classes. Somewhere, out there, there are photos. My husband and I proved to ourselves that we could still do zany things despite being kept up by a baby most of the night.
And from now on, no celebration is safe. I have a hip scarf and I'm not afraid to use it.
Labels: bellydance, Cihangir Gümüstürkmen, costuming, doumbek, drum solo, Nadira Jamal, performance, props, Saidi