| Troupe Biographies |
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Lorie (Iris): I am a daughter, sister, mother, and grandmother. I make my living as a home health aide. I love gardening, learning about herbs, and I enjoy dance! Music and dance have always been a part of my life. My Mom passed this passion on to me. I remember doing the polka in the hallway of our house with my Mom and Nana. My Dad loved to dance, too, and when I danced with him, my feet often left the ground. I first did bellydance in 2nd grade, when five other girls and I had that part in the Nutcracker. We got our ideas from movies. In 1999, I took a five-week class from Marjan at BOCES and enjoyed it, but didn't know it would lead to anything. In 2001, a co-wroker sent me to the Glowfest in Munnsville, NY, where I saw Adi Shakti for the first time. WOW! I saw a power radiate from the dancers, and I was hooked. I took lessons from Elay and was soon performing with the group. Bellydance has helped me grow as a person in so many ways. It has helped to give me confidence and patience with myself. My troupe means so much to me. Having a group of women to share time with is a new experience, as I have four brothers and two sons. I hope you enjoy our perfromances as much as we enjoy sharing the dance with you! |
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Amy (Maya): I have always loved dance. Fate stepped in one night while I was at a club to see a local band performing. Elay, my future dance instructor, was performing with another bellydancer, and I picked up one of her business cards. When New Year's rolled around, I made a resolution to give her a call, and thus began my bellydancing adventure! I've been dancing for three years. I'm 32 years old and have been married for six years. My husband and I have a five-year old daughter and a German Shepherd who acts like a little kid! I work full-time plus at a hardware/electronics store and taking care of my family. In my spare time, I like to ride my '90 Kawasaki Ninja 500, which I detailed myself. I like to hunt with my shotgun and bow, and I'm an accomplished shooter. Among my creative outlets are drawing tattoo designs and designing dance costuming. I have a couple piercings along with a couple of tattoos of my own design. I see bellydancing as a way to express my inner feelings, and I hope to continue dancing throughout my future. |
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| Christie (Rajat): Listening to a 33 rpm recording of "Sheharazade" in my mother's house around the age of 6 or 7, there was something in the melodic sound of the flute, oud and earthy drumbeats that called to my inner being. Though at times subdued, through the years that followed, it waited patiently, dormant, deep inside until awakened in the mid-1970's by an ad in the local newspaper for bellydance lessons. I was entranced the very first lesson by my instructor, who performed the graceful and enchanting, "Dance of the Seven Veils." This love affair with Middle Eastern dance led to the formation of a dance troupe, and we performed at various events and clubs in Central NY including the State Fair, Sterling Renaissance Festival, et al. We danced with a live band for diners at the Phonecian Restaurant and at weddings and parties for the local Mid-Eastern community. We even participated in the then-fashionable practice of "bellygrams," where we performed at private homes, as well as in public. I took the dance name, Rajat, which was infinitely more mysterious and exotic than my own and taught my own classes, group and private. Life moved on, and by the late 80's, the strains of Eddie "the Sheik" Kolchak and George Abdo became dim memories. I became more entrenched in work, long hours in the garden...I became a grandmother! 15 years passed, and a co-worker mentioned a "Dancing Your Goddess" class she was taking. A quiet voice said, "go." I watched a dress rehearsal by the instructor's troupe with my granddaughter perched on my lap. Though not the cabaret style in which I was trained, the music and movements of American Tribal/Fusion brought the Sheharazade in me welling up--Rajat was being reborn--I dusted off my zils, dragged my harem pants out of storage, and, I think this time I'll dance till I drop! |
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