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Nov. 28th, 2005 10:52 amI came so close to sleeping through Park Street this morning on my way to work it really wasn't funny. The marginally conscious part of my brain was completely occupied with thinking about music for next Sunday, and my eyes were perfectly happy being closed. This will be a long day, with that two hour dance class at the end of it. Not to mention that I am a collection of aches and pains this morning. And the envelopes still aren't printing right. Whine, complain.
Last night's performance was eh. I was pretty pleased and pleasantly surprised with my zill playing, so there's a good thing. That hurdle of performing with them for the first time has been passed, and I'll be able to become more comfortable with them over time. My new skirt and sleeves were nifty for dancing in--it's much easier to maintain elegant lifted arms when you have velvet dripping from your elbows. But I didn't really feel on my game and I know I've danced much better to that music at home. Too many factors kept me out of the right head space--worrying about a couple of drunk guys in the back (esp. after Lilya's experience last week), my music was a little too quiet and there was serious bleedthrough from the band playing in the Upstairs, and while there was a good sized crowd it was not a belly dance crowd, and so I think my music was a little too subtle and classical for them. People were taking pictures throughout my show too ("we went to this middle eastern restaurant in cambridge and there were belly dancers there!" woo hoo I'm an exoticized other!) which I don't in principle object to at all but last night it was just another thing I didn't need, flashes going off randomly. And they weren't tippers, either; while of course it's not about the money, it is a nice token to get from the audience that you are doing things right. Yoga class earlier in the afternoon was tough and I was definitely feeling the effects of copious wine and not enough sleep the night before, so all in all it was just not my night. Oh, and for some reason I decided to have pizza for dinner beforehand, which was just plain dumb. Next week I'm just doing good old standby music and not trying to come up with anything new, being nice to myself this week.
I wonder if anyone would notice if I curled up under my desk and took a nap...
Last night's performance was eh. I was pretty pleased and pleasantly surprised with my zill playing, so there's a good thing. That hurdle of performing with them for the first time has been passed, and I'll be able to become more comfortable with them over time. My new skirt and sleeves were nifty for dancing in--it's much easier to maintain elegant lifted arms when you have velvet dripping from your elbows. But I didn't really feel on my game and I know I've danced much better to that music at home. Too many factors kept me out of the right head space--worrying about a couple of drunk guys in the back (esp. after Lilya's experience last week), my music was a little too quiet and there was serious bleedthrough from the band playing in the Upstairs, and while there was a good sized crowd it was not a belly dance crowd, and so I think my music was a little too subtle and classical for them. People were taking pictures throughout my show too ("we went to this middle eastern restaurant in cambridge and there were belly dancers there!" woo hoo I'm an exoticized other!) which I don't in principle object to at all but last night it was just another thing I didn't need, flashes going off randomly. And they weren't tippers, either; while of course it's not about the money, it is a nice token to get from the audience that you are doing things right. Yoga class earlier in the afternoon was tough and I was definitely feeling the effects of copious wine and not enough sleep the night before, so all in all it was just not my night. Oh, and for some reason I decided to have pizza for dinner beforehand, which was just plain dumb. Next week I'm just doing good old standby music and not trying to come up with anything new, being nice to myself this week.
I wonder if anyone would notice if I curled up under my desk and took a nap...
