Seattle's Fremont Fair

The photo shown here is courtesy of stevevoght's Flickr set from the 2008 Fremont Solstice Parade.

My friend, photographer Shannon Kringen, also known locally as the Goddess Kring, takes part in the Fremont Solstice Parade every year, wearing mostly body paint. In 2002, she invited me to march with her. I really didn't have an appropriate costume to portray a character (and I definitely wanted to wear something besides body paint); but somehow I cobbled together an outfit in a timely fashion, composed of a black floral-print top and skirt, scarves, jewelry and a green bellydance veil that I purchased in one of the two Middle Eastern shops that sit right across the street from each other on First Avenue and Pine Street in downtown Seattle. I also brought along an avocado-shaped rattle to add percussive effect, and a bottle of water to keep myself from collapsing in the heat. For some reason, it's almost always beastly hot on the day of the Solstice Parade.

I didn't have too much of an idea of what sort of character I was showing up as in this parade; but I sort of made the "Green Gypsy" up from scratch as I went along the parade route. I danced in a vaguely Middle Eastern/bellydance fashion (I'd taken classes in bellydance several years before). I used the avocado-shaped rattle as a sort of charm or "blessing" instrument, shaking and sweeping it up and down in front of spectators as I pranced past them. I improvised interactions with Shannon off and on, sweeping the green veil over my head and pretending to be somewhat "inhibited" in contrast to her quite-revealing persona. I mimicked what I had observed of veil taqsim movements by professional bellydancers, though I hadn't stayed with the classes long enough to be formally instructed in that aspect of Middle Eastern dance. I danced at the head of dance troupes behind me in the parade; neither Shannon nor I stayed in the same position in the parade in which we'd begun. And, of course, I couldn't resist chasing and making comical grabbing gestures at any naked bicyclists who happened to zip past me. In short, I essentially improvised a parade character with little if any advance planning; developed this persona as I went along, interacted with as many spectators as I could, via improvised dance and street theater (in which I had very little prior experience); and a tremendous time doing all this, in spite of the heat and humidity.

It was, indeed, a long, hot journey through Fremont. What kept me and the other paraders going was all the high, happy energy--the energy from within the parade itself; but even more strongly, the energy from the crowd watching us all along the Parade route. The crowd's applause, encouraging shouts, smiles, laughter and joyous mood provided the energy that most sustained me, and kept me dancing, twirling, and waving veils and scarves all the way to Gasworks Park. I could not have made it all that way, in that weather, on my own stamina alone. Once I reached the park, however, I became more aware of being hot, tired and dehydrated; and I began eating large quantities of complimentary grapes, watermelon, and anything else I could find with a bit of fluid in it, as my water bottle was completely empty by then. Still, the collective mood remained upbeat throughout the rest of the weekend, as I listened to bands on stages the rest of that day, and did my own street performing the next.

The only trouble is, vow as I might, I never did design and create a proper Solstice Parade costume for subsequent years, including this one. Maybe my old Middle Eastern dance teacher has a used one that I could tweak a bit, before next year's Parade...