In other news, The Husband Person's sister had a baby boy on Mar 30th. We are heading over to the Tulsa, OK. area this weekend to visit.
~N
Now watching: Ah, My Goddess
mood: Chu-Hi


Hi Naima,My thoughts are with you and your family as well, Greg.
My name is Greg Winn, and I am the son of Shalimar Serene, Middle Eastern Dancer since 1974, and Editor and Publisher of The Caravan Magazine. My mother passed away Feb 21, 2009, and I found out this morning that Bert Balladine passed away March 14, 2009. Both will be dearly missed...
How to Barter in Egypt
Shopping in Egypt can be a culturally gratifying experience and a lot of fun. Expect to barter on goods and prices at the markets or khans catering to Egypt's tourists. This is an excellent opportunity to chat with the locals, enjoy a good cup of tea, and grab a great bargain. Below are the basic steps to the bartering system in Egypt.
Step1
Greet the shopkeeper or store assistant in a friendly manner and immediately begin browsing. A look of slight disinterest should give you the breathing space to browse before the assistant begins to inquire after your needs.
Step2Find an item that you like and consider what would be a fair price for its purchase. Whether you manage to get a 5 percent, 10 percent or 20 percent discount, remember, you are still getting a bargain after considering the exchange rate. Ensure your price bid will be fair and not insulting.Converse with the assistant, throwing in a few flattering remarks about the establishment before inquiring as to the price of the item. Reject the price with a polite laugh and move on to another item.
Step3Step4Reply absentmindedly to the assistant's inquiry as to how much you would be willing to pay for the item under discussion. Choose a price lower than your fair price and offer it in an inquiring, almost apologetic tone to the assistant.Ask the assistant what would be a fair price after he/she has dramatically claimed the original offer was impossibly low. Whatever the offer, respond with your fair price. More back and forth, along with a cup of tea and a chat may be required for larger items of buying in bulk; over bartering for cheaper items is impolite.
Step5Agree on the price with a firm handshake, nod and smile. This is another opportunity for flattery, usually ending with a return invite to the store, introductions and more tea, all of which indicate a successful exchange.
Step6Close the deal by exchanging item for money, saying thank you several times and leaving the shop. Lingering will result in more tea and more bargaining. Return visits usually result in further discounts and further socializing which can only enrich your Egyptian experience.
Step7Tips & Warnings
- Don't rush through your transaction, take your time and adopt a very polite yet conversational tone. Egyptians do not like to rush through anything and have a great respect for the process.
- When vendors suggest outrageously high prices, practicing the Egyptian method of dramatic disgust is often very helpful.
- Bartering should be kept to markets and street vendors. Attempts to barter in local shops or large stores is considered extremely presumptuous and impolite.
- Make friends with some locals to help steer you towards fair trading prices.



George Abdo:Remembering a LegendHear samples and buy George Abdo music on MP3 here.
by Eric Peterson
When George Abdo passed away in May of 2002, I felt compelled to mention him in as many related e-mail groups and web-sites as I could. Fittingly, I should have something here on my site honoring him as well.
For me, it all started with “George Abdo and The Flames Of Araby.” As I’ve mentioned in my Bio and my Favorites links, my memories of his music go back to my childhood.Seeing George Abdo’s live performances at the Averof, as well as my listening to his recorded work, it made an indelible impression on me, and continues to inspire me. I know for a fact that I would not be the musician I am today if it wasn’t for George and his phenomenal group of musicians. Many special thanks to drummers Steve Kouyoumjian and Leon Manoogian.
I believe that he was a true pioneer in the medium of Middle Eastern music and dance here in America. So much of what’s happening today wouldn’t be if it wasn’t for Abdo and others of his generation in the 1960’s and 1970’s laying the ground-work and setting the template. Whether you were performing or teaching a dance class over the last 30 years, chances were that his music was present; it was perfect for learning.
I’m fond of saying that aside from his wonderful singing voice, his great gift was as a band leader and musical arranger. His arrangements were totally new within the context of Middle Eastern music, with the needs of the dancer totally in mind, thus he pioneered something new and accessible to the American audiences that were coming to the shows. He brought this music out from the weddings and haflas and into the clubs. Another very important detail was the role of the dancer as an essential contribution to the musical ensemble, and not simply as a decorative ornament. I feel in this context the dancer was part of a band, which was very different in America previously, where belly dancing was to be seen mostly as Burlesque, with completely unrelated music, or a worse environment - Hollywood movies. I believe he helped bring belly dancing to an appreciative art-form and changed its image by being faithful to it, without removing the sensuality from it, or disguising it with colorful genre terminology such as “Goddess Dance” or “American Tribal” sub-divisions that thankfully, didn’t exist in those days drawing boundaries. If this was all he ever did for the art-form, his contribution is huge.
He helped create the genre of belly dance music here in America as we know it today.
In a new context, Abdo and others helped forged an effective arts medium with a newly defined identity where the belly dance music and belly dance itself were one. The music communicated and moved with the dancer as a partner, they were complete. One was simply not an additive for the other. George Abdo was certainly an innovator who forged the template for this now defined medium, or genre.
It’s important for me to mention here that even though Abdo and his band were doing “Fusion music” they did not stray far from the indigenous, cultural context and details of the songs, rhythms and structures. So important is this, as to make this music have its proper form, yet be something new as well. This is something so evidently missing from many groups here today doing American-Middle East music, many who are being born out of SCA events and Renaissance fairs all around the U.S. This is why many of them (in my opinion) sound like Celtic, New Age, or Renaissance music, without any connection to the roots that I can hear.
All of the musicians I’m referring to in Abdo’s band had strong connections to Arabic, Greek, Armenian, and Turkish music, as they were Armenian, Greek and Arabic musicians born here in the U.S. This was the music they heard in their homes, the music their parents listened to.
They also loved all other kinds of music as well, some also played rock and jazz, so when they give it a new twist and bring in these influences, it doesn’t lose its definition. With this noted, his music is so much more needed today to educate and learn from, for both musicians and dancers if you’re going to do Fusion. But above all, just to listen to some really great and exciting music, his albums certainly deliver whole-heartedly and more.
I’ll never forget those nights at the Averof when I experienced the live music and belly dancing, as it truly blew my mind. The combination of the energy rush from this powerful group of musicians, and the strong, sensuous, beautiful women who exquisitely interpreted the music, I say it was unforgettable. This power of men and women creating Art together, this was Abdo’s music personified. This is music that both men and women can relate to and identify with.
I’m listening to his recordings a lot these days. Forever preserved is the excitement, presence, and phenomenal musicianship, great songs, and singing, all that has left its impression on my psyche from over 25 years ago. This is the mark of great musicians who’ve left a charge of Baraka in the world.
Thanks for the Baptism George! Above all, thanks for all the great music.
You will be missed.
Salaam
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Original article (and photo of George) found at http://www.geocities.com/ericnpeters/george_abdo.html
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When you get ready to perform….what do you feel? Nervous? Excited? Ashamed? Yes, that last one was ashamed. When you are in dance class how do you feel? Empowered? Amazing? Dirty? Yes, that last one was dirty, and not the good kind either. The world of belly dance in the west holds a beautiful and unique place for women to empower themselves and escape into a new and exotic culture of beads, fringe, language, haunting melodies and even a new name in some cases. It can literally be a re-birth for those of us who are looking for it. But what if you aren’t looking for it? What if you dance because you don’t have a choice? The music starts and your body moves, end of story. What if the lows and highs of the tabla and the lazy whine of the mizmar are not only the soundtrack to your new found passion, but are a part of you, like an arm, a leg or a heart? Although this may sound like a romantic idea, it is both a blessing and a curse. Consider this: many of us, when choosing to dance, have to stare down some kind of misunderstanding or preconceived notions about our art. In America, dropping the bomb on your parents that you want to pursue ANY kind of art form usually brings about a lecture of financial security and social acceptance. On the other hand, growing up in a Middle-Eastern culture, you are instilled with an almost nationalist appreciation for arts, including dance, but are faced with ashamed, stone cold faces when the threat of them entering the family is looming. What if every time you stepped onto a stage or into a dance class; you had to face an internal battle in order to allow yourself to participate? I am a Middle-Eastern/American woman and these seemingly unreal stipulations are my reality.
So, what does it mean to me to have both Middle-Eastern and American cultures in my life? It means I love Gormeh Sabsi as much as I love steaks on the grill, listen to Shahram Nazeri and Nancy Ajram as much as I listen to rock, and belly dance brings me just as much pain as it does joy. It means that while I talk with my fellow students about the next workshop coming up, or squeal and giggle about costumes, I also see my father’s scowling, disappointed face in the back of my mind. As I experience the rush of walking through the doors of Suhaila’s studio for my training, I hear his words as I have so many times in relation to dance class: “Off to the whore house again?” It means that every time I am asked to do a paid gig, teaching or performing, I feel my Aunt’s hands on my shoulders, shaking me and begging me, as she did when I first started dancing, that if “you insist on dancing, at least don’t EVER do it for money”. It also means that when I hear the first cadence of drumming in a dance song, I flash back to sitting with my grandmother, learning how to play the Persian tombeck, laughing and learning with her for the first and last time.
The catch is that I own it on my terms. Yes, I am a Middle Eastern woman, and I am proud to say so. With that comes the responsibility to a culture that on some levels I have to refuse. I refuse to be ashamed to call myself a dancer. I refuse to APPEAR to be subservient. (Trust me, for the most part the impression of subservience we have of Eastern women is just that: an appearance. They are fighters.) These things and more I refuse. However, I welcome the tears that come when I hear Om Kalthoum; I welcome the pride that comes after a performance when I have not only shared my soul, but have represented the soul of my culture. I welcome the rich smells of saffron and rice, and glorious, amber-colored hot tea with sugar cubes and mint. These things and more I choose, because as an American woman I have a choice.
This is so true. While we live and function as American citizens and American dancers, just below the surface lies a boiling passion and culture that will constantly set us apart, and never truly allow us to let go of our heritage and be “normal.” Yes, Middle Eastern dance is fun, expressive, and a serious endeavor for some of us. But when you are from the Middle East it is a whole different perspective. We are tied not only by our dance, but our families, friends and reputations when we take the stage or take a class. It is our blessing, and our curse. Now, every time I dance, it brings me one step closer to acceptance, and it is with joy and gratitude that I am able to teach, perform, and continue to spread the love that comes with Middle Eastern dance. My culture, my femininity, and with pride: my dance.