Haale

I was standing outside Joe’s Pub on a cold night in January. A line formed outside the venue, souls waiting to hear the songs of Haale, a unique vocalist, I wondered where my friend could be? Lost? I waited a few more minutes and watched my breath as I inhaled and exhaled. The show about to begin, I left the ticket at the door and entered the intimate space. An intimate place to watch a performance, I managed to find the last seat at the bar. This man started to talk to me about Sufi music, how he used to be a Zen Monk; why he was unhappy his half-Taiwanese daughter is dating someone who lives in Europe and has a kid; that I should take his kid out sometime to hear some music in the city sometime and how she goes to NYU and used to be a competitive figure skater. He gave me his card that said he’s the President of the Bank Of Utica, interestingly enough the only New York State Bank to not borrow from the Federal Bank. The music finally began and the recently signed Haale, a native New Yorker, began to sing in Persian. With a solid band behind her, complete with multiple drummers, she sang from her tiptoes to her knees. Closing my eyes, the music took me on a magic carpet ride through the deserts of Iran. I forgot about being stood up, I forgot the banker next to me, I forget about what else I forgot.

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Posted on 2/5/2006 ( Permanent Link )
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