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The year was 1975. I was working five
to six nights a week with "Harem
Caravan," a slick Middle Eastern Dance
Review at the Ramada Inn in San
Diego. It featured three dancers and
three to four musicians. What I loved
most about this gig were the com-
pletely professional arrangements:
we had lights, a stage, a dressing room
and a regular pay check. The musicians
were good and they would rehearse
with us to work out whatever the
dancers had in mind to create on stage.
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called Azmorani. It was there that I
first became familiar with the Egyptian
folkloric cane dance. It originated as a
peasant dance. Supposedly, the field
workers, while on break, would pluck
a reed from the banks of the Nile and
begin dancing with it.
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