Ruminations on Learning Tribal Style

I’ve come to the end of my 12 week session of Level 1.5 Tribal Bellydance, and I made the decision to retake it. Could I handle Level 2? Probably, but it likely would not be the smoothest of transitions and I would prefer to solidify the current Tribal vocabulary I have under my belt before being introduced to a new set of moves and variations. I knew going in that Tribal would not be easy, but not being personally familiar with the improvisational format meant that there are some aspects that I simply did not know how to anticipate.

There are many trains of thought which need to be harmonized in order to make this form of dance flow beautifully as it should, to make it seem to the unknowing observer like a choreographed piece. I imagine many of those separate threads become like second-nature in time, freeing the dancer to be more enveloped in the moment, responding almost subconsciously to the subtle cues of her fellow dancers and to the nuances of the music, but I’m not at that point yet. Right now those various trains of thought are on fairly distinct tracks and I have to make sure they keep pace with each other without colliding in a gory tangle. This is especially the case for me when leading. Keeping pace with the 8-count phrasing in the music and cueing appropriately, prying my brain for a different move to cue while not messing up the current one, paying attention to technique so the movement actually looks like it should be part of a dance and not a half-hearted aerobic routine, and desperately trying to keep my dyslexic tendencies* in check among other things is not an uncomplicated thing. I would love to hug the person who invented the masmoudi rhythm as being able to recognize it is extremely helpful with counting and cueing (that was a figurative statement, by the way. I realize that the specific person, or more likely persons, who "invented" the rhythm are lost to the sands of time).

And yet, even with the slight panic caused by attempting to keep all those trains on track, it’s bizarrely enjoyable and invigorating. Gods know, I need the exercise too.

* Although I’ve never actually been diagnosed, after doing some research it seems pretty clear to me that I have dycalculia or something closely related (www.as.wvu.edu/~scidis/dyscalcula.html, www.en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dyscalculia). I have always had difficulty with basic arithmetic and mental math skills like addition, subtraction, etc., yet I did very well in my math and science classes (I was even given an award in High School for outstanding performance in my Probability & Statistics class). From a very young age I also have had serious trouble confusing my left and right (don’t ask me to give you directions) and writing letters backwards; I had to have a paper with the alphabet taped to my desk early in elementary school to help me remember which way letters and numbers properly faced, and I still sometimes find myself staring at the numbers 3 or 7 and the letter z perplexed, feeling that they should face in the opposite direction. It also takes me an inordinate amount of time to read an analog clock, and asking me to give someone change in a monetary transaction is pure torture. I get easily disoriented in places I’m not familiar with (and sometimes in places I know) which makes me mortally afraid to drive to places I’ve never been to before, even with a map. Alas, I also have difficulty with following and imitating a series of movements, especially when mirrors are involved, which can make learning to dance very challenging. That, along with my distaste for the music, was why I only took ballet for about a month or so when I was very young. When I could mimic the teacher, it was usually in a backwards fashion. Thankfully I've been blessed with a number of great bellydance teachers who can manage to teach a bass-ackwards person such as myself.