Tiny Bunch - Who are we?

Who is Tiny Bunch, really?

Tiny Bunch was one of the original Lindy Hoppers of the Savoy Ballroom "back in the day".
Read about him and see the iconic photograph taken of him and his partner Dorothy "Dot" Johnson here.

Read on about our modern day Tiny Bunchers below.

Gina Helfrich

Our master of choreography and a PhD student in Emory’s Philosophy department. When not contemplating the summum bonum in the classroom, she becomes the summum bonum on the dance floor. Her favorite restaurant is Red Lobster and her favorite animal is the Rock Lobster.

Michelle Postles

We gotta give props to Michelle—cause she left them at our place and now we’re returning them. She’s definitely not Tiny Bunch material, and we’re not sure why we tolerate her and vice versa. One must admit, however, that though her dancing skills are definitely not down to par, she does have superior taste in music and rightly proclaims the 80s as the height of musical achievement and sophistication. She also possesses that certain “special,” even “exceptional,” quality found in most of her patients and the Bunch as a whole. But mostly, I think we’re just afraid that if we try to kick her out, she’ll go Postles
on us.

Phil Mertz

No group of friends would be complete without the quiet, mild-mannered guy who might snap at any moment and kill all of you. Well we all suspect you, Phil, so don’t try anything! If you turn out to be a serial killer, we’ll be able to say, “Well, at least we saw it coming.”

Some people choose to be eccentric because they think it will do something for them (and because it’s easier than being funny or charming), but others come by it naturally. Phil Mertz is one such off-center individual. Known to extemporize full three act existentialist plays when asked for suggestions on three minutes of choreography, those who know him and love him as we do are certain that one day“to Mertz” will be a verb. We’re not sure what it will mean, but we’re pretty sure “mertzing” will be a fireable offense at the office and never appropriate in the company of women.

Bela Jacobson

A beautiful addition to the bunch, the aptly named Bela Jacobson makes sure our Yiddish is in order. Her motto: “In the land of the supremely nerdy, the slightly less nerdy is queen.” Whatever you say, your majesty.

Robert Barbier

The baron of the KSU dance scene. While watching him dance, men routinely blush and women often faint on account of his wantonly sensual style, most noted for its flamboyant pelvic thrusting. We call him “the frog” on account of his signature move (itself worthy of Cirque Du Soleil), which leaves follows wondering whether to kiss him or flee screaming from the room. I’ve seen both.

Patrick (Paddy) Brown

Our moneyman, his motto is, “I’m smarter than I look, and sound…and the best testing indicates.” When not counting on his fingers, he enjoys college basketball and younger women.

Macy Strickland

Hates it when people monophthize their diphthongs and enjoys making fun of small children with lisps. She volunteers teaching homeless children to keep their mouths shut, which she calls “preventative speech therapy.” By all accounts coldhearted and cruel, we love her anyway because dammit, she’s just plain funny.

Meghan Betsch

In spite of being a total Betsch, Meghan manages to get around… a lot! On and off the dance floor she reduces men to putty, wraps them around her finger, and then discards them like the used Kleenexes that they are. Aided in her conquest of the male race by her ninja-like blues dancing skills, many is the man who has fallen for this Siren’s sweet song, only to discover that behind her coquettish wiles lies a deadly harpy bent on picking his bones so clean of flesh that not even a stray dog would waste its time with his barren carcass—which, of course, is her long, graphic metaphor for a good dance.

Kristy Alcala

Contrary to popular opinion, Kristy is not, in fact, Native American. She is simply married to Dwight, which over the years has caused an irreversible reddening of her complexion due to perpetual mortification. Though often overshadowed by her husband’s antics, the proper combination of dry vermouth, vodka, and “Dance Dance Revolution” unlock the imp within, or as some have suggested, cause Dwight and Kristy to switch bodies.

Dwight Alcala

Much maligned (though not nearly enough), Dwight is what happens when Asian machismo meets American dignity and poise. Our self appointed master of etiquette, his primary role is to assure smooth relations with other dance troupes. He keeps us from showing our ass, so to speak. He has a sun tattoo, which by all accounts should be a full moon and his favorite saying is “It’s not the size of the swing out that matters; it’s the quality of the connection and frame.”

Adam Haer

A brilliant character actor who has spent the last fifteen years perfecting the role of “geek,” his friends know him as an intractable wastrel with happy feet. His interests include going to bed early, fiber, and eternal beatitude (the three of which he is certain are inextricably intertwined).

Rachael Karr

Tiny Bunch’s muscle, held over from our early days as a loan sharking syndicate. She can silence the most raucous crowd with the mere strength of her presence and can break a leg like nobody’s business. Rachel is the baby of the Bunch and not yet old enough to drink—so naturally you might wonder, “How does she dance?” Well it’s Greek to me, but it certainly helps make up for many of her many glaring deficiencies, not the least of which are her sadly deficient Mario Kart skills.

Brooks Prumo

Kristi Rowell

Evin Galang

Noah Galang

Reggie Beason

Nima Farsinejad

(Bunchers-at-large)
Jaredan Braal
Jered Feres
Mike Roberts
Jason Knight

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Who is Tiny Bunch, really? Tiny Bunch was one of the original Lindy Hoppers of the Savoy Ballroom "back in the day". Read about him and see the iconic photograph taken of him and his partner Dorothy "Dot" Johnson here. Read on about our modern day Tiny Bunchers below.
Gina Helfrich Our master of choreography and a PhD student in Emory’s Philosophy department. When not contemplating the summum bonum in the classroom, she becomes the summum bonum on the dance floor. Her favorite restaurant is Red Lobster and her favorite animal is the Rock Lobster.
Michelle Postles We gotta give props to Michelle—cause she left them at our place and now we’re returning them. She’s definitely not Tiny Bunch material, and we’re not sure why we tolerate her and vice versa. One must admit, however, that though her dancing skills are definitely not down to par, she does have superior taste in music and rightly proclaims the 80s as the height of musical achievement and sophistication. She also possesses that certain “special,” even “exceptional,” quality found in most of her patients and the Bunch as a whole. But mostly, I think we’re just afraid that if we try to kick her out, she’ll go Postles on us.
Phil Mertz No group of friends would be complete without the quiet, mild-mannered guy who might snap at any moment and kill all of you. Well we all suspect you, Phil, so don’t try anything! If you turn out to be a serial killer, we’ll be able to say, “Well, at least we saw it coming.” Some people choose to be eccentric because they think it will do something for them (and because it’s easier than being funny or charming), but others come by it naturally. Phil Mertz is one such off-center individual. Known to extemporize full three act existentialist plays when asked for suggestions on three minutes of choreography, those who know him and love him as we do are certain that one day“to Mertz” will be a verb. We’re not sure what it will mean, but we’re pretty sure “mertzing” will be a fireable offense at the office and never appropriate in the company of women.
Bela Jacobson A beautiful addition to the bunch, the aptly named Bela Jacobson makes sure our Yiddish is in order. Her motto: “In the land of the supremely nerdy, the slightly less nerdy is queen.” Whatever you say, your majesty.
Robert Barbier The baron of the KSU dance scene. While watching him dance, men routinely blush and women often faint on account of his wantonly sensual style, most noted for its flamboyant pelvic thrusting. We call him “the frog” on account of his signature move (itself worthy of Cirque Du Soleil), which leaves follows wondering whether to kiss him or flee screaming from the room. I’ve seen both.
Patrick (Paddy) Brown Our moneyman, his motto is, “I’m smarter than I look, and sound…and the best testing indicates.” When not counting on his fingers, he enjoys college basketball and younger women.
Macy Strickland Hates it when people monophthize their diphthongs and enjoys making fun of small children with lisps. She volunteers teaching homeless children to keep their mouths shut, which she calls “preventative speech therapy.” By all accounts coldhearted and cruel, we love her anyway because dammit, she’s just plain funny.
Meghan Betsch In spite of being a total Betsch, Meghan manages to get around… a lot! On and off the dance floor she reduces men to putty, wraps them around her finger, and then discards them like the used Kleenexes that they are. Aided in her conquest of the male race by her ninja-like blues dancing skills, many is the man who has fallen for this Siren’s sweet song, only to discover that behind her coquettish wiles lies a deadly harpy bent on picking his bones so clean of flesh that not even a stray dog would waste its time with his barren carcass—which, of course, is her long, graphic metaphor for a good dance.
Kristy Alcala Contrary to popular opinion, Kristy is not, in fact, Native American. She is simply married to Dwight, which over the years has caused an irreversible reddening of her complexion due to perpetual mortification. Though often overshadowed by her husband’s antics, the proper combination of dry vermouth, vodka, and “Dance Dance Revolution” unlock the imp within, or as some have suggested, cause Dwight and Kristy to switch bodies.
Dwight Alcala Much maligned (though not nearly enough), Dwight is what happens when Asian machismo meets American dignity and poise. Our self appointed master of etiquette, his primary role is to assure smooth relations with other dance troupes. He keeps us from showing our ass, so to speak. He has a sun tattoo, which by all accounts should be a full moon and his favorite saying is “It’s not the size of the swing out that matters; it’s the quality of the connection and frame.”
Adam Haer A brilliant character actor who has spent the last fifteen years perfecting the role of “geek,” his friends know him as an intractable wastrel with happy feet. His interests include going to bed early, fiber, and eternal beatitude (the three of which he is certain are inextricably intertwined).
Rachael Karr Tiny Bunch’s muscle, held over from our early days as a loan sharking syndicate. She can silence the most raucous crowd with the mere strength of her presence and can break a leg like nobody’s business. Rachel is the baby of the Bunch and not yet old enough to drink—so naturally you might wonder, “How does she dance?” Well it’s Greek to me, but it certainly helps make up for many of her many glaring deficiencies, not the least of which are her sadly deficient Mario Kart skills.
Brooks Prumo
Kristi Rowell
Evin Galang
Noah Galang
Reggie Beason
Nima Farsinejad
(Bunchers-at-large) Jaredan Braal Jered Feres Mike Roberts Jason Knight
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