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From Many Tribes

From Many Tribes

The Origins of Bal Anat

by Jamila Salimpour

When I moved to Berkeley, California in 1967, it was alive with students who, stimulated by the Indian music of Ravi Shankar, were ready to listen to and look at yet another foreign import from the Middle East. The reaction to my dance ads was encouraging, and I watched as students absorbed the movements and transitions, and began responding to the music. As my teaching techniques became more refined from the experience of teaching four classes each week, the students began to learn more quickly. Three of my teenage students who were attending Berkeley High at the time taught what they had learned to all their girlfriends, and they in turn taught all their girlfriends. The ensuing result was spontaneity, yes, technique, no—but nobody seemed to care! I was told that they were asked and did perform for their friends, but they were by no means “ready” to dance publicly.

Jamila Salimpour with snake, Rennaisance Faire, 1969.

Many of the students were disappearing from my Saturday classes. I was in for a professional shock when one of them invited me to what they called the Renaissance Pleasure Faire, which they had been attending on Saturdays. They explained that it was an arty affair, like a huge outdoor circus set in the sixteenth century. It featured food and entertainment from the period, along with appearances of her majesty, “Queen Elizabeth,” who gave an award to the best craftsman exhibiting at the Faire. Jugglers, magicians, mummers, Punch and Judy, and any type of entertainment was encouraged. One enticement was that anyone who came in costume, period or otherwise, was admitted without charge. I was admitted free because I was covered from neck to ankles in a Bedouin costume, which constituted being in costume to the Faire people.

All of Berkeley was there, and of course all the Berkeley High nymphs and their girlfriends’ girlfriends were there in belly dancing costumes. The scene I encountered upon entering the Faire was beyond belief. I tried to make my way, either crawling at a snails pace or being immobilized completely, because every five feet a crowd was gathered around a wiggling novice, completely abandoned in her interpretation. One of my students recognized me, and pulled me along to meet the entertainment coordinator, an exhausted, harassed woman by the name of Carol Le Fleur. Her greeting was an angry, “So you’re the belly dance teacher who is responsible for all this!” She tried to half smile as she got her message across. “Listen,” she went on desperately, “You’ve got to do something about this. I mean, it’s not that I don’t like belly dancing or anything like that. But there are just too many of them. They’re all over the Faire, stopping traffic, in the road, on the stages, crawling out from under rocks, falling out of trees… They’re everywhere.” She continued smiling, but she was desperately serious. “We can’t have this next year. It has to be organized: only on stage, limited to thirty minutes. Enough is enough!” I assured her that I would explain it to my students, and that we would cooperate. I bid her good cheer, and continued on through, rather, I should say, tried to push my way through the Faire to see for myself what was going on.

At that time the entertainment was not organized. There were several small stages throughout the Faire, and one large stage on which all the pageantry took place, called the Ben Johnson. Anyone, entertainer or not, could go on stage and do anything they wanted to do. The Faire people said nothing “modern,” but some blue grass and jazz could be heard until word got back to the Faire guards, who would explain that the act should be “period”.

Suhaila Salimpour, age 5.

Where did belly dancing fit into all of this? Who knew and who cared! It was a crowd pleaser, and I think that did it more than anything, and besides the costumes were kind of attractive. The caliber of student who performed was below par, and I asked a few of my more advanced students to join me at the Faire.

It was in September 1968 that the troupe idea was born in my mind. Although we had no musicians that year, I drummed for a half-hour show, playing the necessary tempos for each student, assisted by a folk dancer who had recently acquired a darbouka and attempted to learn to play on stage. What a mess! What a sad representation! But nobody knew the difference but me. I smiled and supported each of them, and the audience loved it. I vowed to put on a real show the next year.

From this humble beginning, the nucleus of my troupe was formed. In looking for a name for the troupe, I wanted to honor the mother goddess, Anat. I preceded her name with bal, the french word for dance. Thus, Bal Anat, the Dance of the Mother Goddess.

I knew that the cabaret format would not have been suitable for the Faire, and that is when my Ringling Brothers Circus background came to the rescue. I patterned Bal Anat after a circus-like variety show which one might see at an Arabian festival, or a souk in the Middle East. I created a variety show which represented a cross-section of old dance styles from the Middle East. In addition, we had two magicians, Gilli Gilli from Egypt, and Hassan from Morocco. Our Egyptian acrobatic dancers were as supple as their predecessors. We even had a Greek math professor from UC Berkeley who knew how to pick up a table with his teeth, all the while balancing Suhaila on top of it.

Rhea with sword, 1971.

It was a format with a look that was eventually imitated all over the United States, whose practitioners sometimes knew, but more often did not know, where it came from. Indeed, many people thought it was the “real thing” when in fact it was half real and half hokum. Our leaflet informed the audience that we came from many tribes. Perhaps that is where the expression “tribal dancing” originated.

The “tribal” trappings of the show grew naturally each year. In 1969, we dealt with the problem of music. I had always performed indoors, and was used to amplified musical instruments. The problem in replicating a sixteenth century outdoor Faire was that they wanted it to be completely authentic, and that meant no electricity, no batteries, no “piggies” (portable amplifiers), and no twentieth century knob volume tricks. We had to go back to the pre-night club music of the tribes. In order to project outdoors, I accumulated as many noise makers as I could, such as finger cymbals, sistrums, tambourines, wooden clappers, darboukas, mijwiz, table beledi (large base drum held in place by strap), and defs (large frame drum held like a tambourine). The troupe was instructed in the zagareet, the ululation which for Middle Easterners expresses exhilaration.

All the professional musicians I had worked with were not interested in getting up early, driving out to the boondocks, playing in the dust, and worst of all, not being heard or paid a decent wage. Only Louis Habib, full-time barber and sometime oud player, volunteered to play for us “just for fun.” It wasn’t long before it wasn’t fun for him anymore. The oud is a delicate instrument, which was easily overpowered by the drums. Not so with the mizmar (Egyptian oboe). After teaching to mizmar taped music for years, I finally managed to collect a few of them, and began to ask craftsmen at the Faire if the would like to blow into the things. We always had craftsmen at the Faire coming up asking to “sit in”. I wanted some structure, but it was getting hard to control. The first good, almost-Middle-Eastern sounding mizmar player we had was craftsman/musician Ernie Fishbach, who dabbled in Indian music, and had a Middle Eastern flair. He became the backbone of our Middle Eastern orchestra, teaching enthusiasts who were willing to puff up their cheeks for thirty minutes, three times a day. The ear-piercing, hypnotic shrieks of several mizmars, with tabl beledi and multiple darbouka accompanying the dancers, became for many of our fans the sound of the Faire.

Bal Anat (including beginning second from left: Lisa, Aida, Galya, Meta and Feiruza.

In 1969, I accidentally used snakes. I say accidentally because we had a magician who used a two-headed Indian snake as part of his act. He would show the audience an empty frying pan to which he applied flames, and after twirling it in the air a couple of times he would pull out a snake. I noticed that the reaction of the audience was repulsion and disgust as he put the almost unconscious animal in a sack until the next show. Since his treatment of the animal was lacking in compassion, and I felt the snake might be killed accidentally or not, I insisted that he give the snake to me. When he did, I simply stared back at the thing. What do you do with a snake? What would it do to you, if it had the chance? I soon learned that not all snakes are venomous, and that mostly they lay around until they are hungry. No one in the early troupe would handle the snake. When I suggested we add variety and “hokum” to the show, one of the replies was, “I don’t want to be a freak.” So I did everything. I sang, danced on water glasses while holding a snake in my hand, and played drums in between. I have never seen or worked with a dancer from the Middle East who used a snake. I only know of Indian fakirs who use snakes, but they do not dance with them. The snake dance was my invention, a culmination of the trials and errors after that first accidental possession of the snake. I never meant to suggest by our performance that it was or is done traditionally by dancers in the Middle East.

It was difficult at first to get the girls to wear the traditional costumes, which often covered from head to toe, because they wanted to display their forms. So I covered up, and accompanied them in their dance solos.

Galya

In my early classes in Berkeley, even though I fed the students steps and explained the phases of the professional dancer’s cabaret dance, I found that when they were asked to do an improvised solo, most of them blanked out, or did all of their steps in two minutes and looked helpless for the rest of their dance. I introduced a choreography to help them to be comfortable without having to think about which steps they were going to do. Secure in the knowledge of what was coming next, hopefully they would be able to project. This worked well, and the students understood much faster which steps to use for entrance, and what to do during the taqsim (slow portion), etc. At the Faire, each girl felt that she was different in her projection, but I noticed that there was too much repetition, as one performance after the other consisted of the three-part dance, and then the bow: entrance, taqsim, and finale. The faces changed, but the dance was the same.

I decided that the following year a variety of dance styles would be the key. At age 3, Suhaila opened the show. I added the water glass balancing dance, which I taught in class. We had an Ouled Nail dancer from Algeria. The karsilama dance was a replica of the folk dance done in Turkey, which many cabaret dancers tack onto their finale as an exciting finish to the dance. A Mother Goddess mask dance was later added as an opening number, my expression of the primitive origins of the dance.

Years before I had seen a print by Gerome of a sword dancer done during the Turkish occupation. In 1971, I had a student dance with a real Turkish sabre, balancing it on her head, copying the painting. For her finale, she did a back bend and plunged the sword into the wooden stage where it stood upright as she retreated to make room for the next dance. I believe that was the first time that the sword dance was seen in the U.S. By 1971, I had begun to use choreographed group dances, and I later choreographed a group sword dance.

That same year I choreographed my first group “pot” dance, in which three girls balanced large gourds on their heads and danced standing and on the floor. I was inspired by a scene in a Tunisian palace from the movie Justine, based on the book by Lawrence Durrel. About thirty Bedouin women were dancing with pots balanced on their heads around five mizmar players and one tabla beledi player.

Meta

At one point, I added an Indian katak dance, which combined the Arabic and Indian foot dance with spoken bols. However, a great male katak dancer, Chitras Das had recently arrived in the U.S., and was teaching at the Ali Akbar School of Music. When I saw him perform, I decided that out of respect for his genius I would never attempt to present another watered-down katak dance, when his talent and training were so readily available.

In 1973, I completed research on the role of the male dancer in Middle Eastern dance, and the first Moroccan tray dancer was introduced to the United States in our show. The dance was inspired by stories, as well as the photo of the venerable, distinguished, calm and capable looking gentleman from the Time-Life book on Moroccan cooking.

The abdominal dancers breathed life into the paintings of Ingre, dancing in one spot as dancers did without picking up their feet. Only the pelvic area danced, and the face was ivory, with no expression. Were they human, or statues? Only we knew backstage when one Pharaonic beauty was told to get rid of the gum!

Jamila

That year, a few of my students were inspired to show their own choreographic talents. The Turkish karsilama, the abdominal dance, and the sword dance were arranged by Rebaba, Khanza, and Meta, respectively. This was a thrilling moment for me when I was able to appreciate my students’ work. Several students eventually left the troupe to form their own troupes patterned after Bal Anat.

I have heard a few expressions lately: West Coast tribal, East Coast tribal, and American Tribal Fantasy. I have also heard of the “ethnic police,” an expression I find very amusing. I don’t object to anything as long as it is entertaining. Tradition is not static. Every generation draws from the past. Evolving from the salon and street performer, to the night club and concert hall, whether it is beledi, cabaret, or folklore, the Oriental dance will endure.

Jamila Salimpour began her performing career at the age of sixteen in Ringling Brothers Circus as an acrobatic dancer. She studied Middle Eastern music and dance, and in 1947 began appearing at cultural events and ethnic clubs in Los Angeles, and later in San Francisco where she owned the Bagdad Cabaret. She began teaching in 1952, developing a unique method of verbal breakdown and terminology for her movements. She has trained innumerable teachers and performers from all over the world, and produced weeklong seminars and festivals, often co-teaching with her daughter, Suhaila. In 1969, she created Bal Anat, performing and touring with the forty-member troupe. Jamila Salimpour’s complex finger cymbal patterns were published in a “Finger Cymbal Manual.” She also published a history of Middle Eastern Dance, From Cave to Cult to Cabaret, as well as a photographic collection of Middle Eastern dancers at the Chicago World’s Faire, and the “Dance Format” manual. From 1974 to 1990, Ms. Salimpour was the Contributing Editor for Habibi.

This article was drawn from Ms. Salimpour’s article “Anatomy of a Belly Dance Troupe” in Habibi, Vol. 3, Nos. 3 and 4, and her presentation at the International Conference on Middle Eastern Dance, May 16, 1997, Orange Coast College, Costa Mesa, CA. www.suhailainternational.com

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