A few weeks ago, while in New York City for the first time ages, I visited (perambulated about, if you will) my favorite place in Central Park, the glorious Bethesda Terrace. I saw this great band that included a violin, accordion, and some sort of clarinet instrument I never got to identify.
You know music is good when Hassidic Jews on a school trip, French honeymooners, and huge Korean families on vacation can all get down. I’ve been on a Beirut kick for a few months, thereby softening my proclivity for bands that lean towards the Eastern European side of the scale, but these guys had a bit more spunk! A bit more dance and old-school charm, one that’s not interested in bending over backwards to please the indie crowds of the day. Only in New York, I thought! Never would a band like this be in the Northwest. And then, a guy putting a dollar in the open guitar case asked the band where they were from.
“Seattle.” Seattle? Yes, I heard right. I went all the way across the country to find Sasson, which is playing tomorrow night at Conor Byrne’s. If anything is worth a trip to Ballard, they’re it. If you miss that, you can catch them at the All Nations Cup opening ceremonies on July 14 at 7:30. But are you really going to wait a month? The world might end by then, and good music must be listened to right now.