“We grow fat on the charms of our idle dreary days,” Mr. Condon sang early in the band’s sold-out concert at the Brooklyn Academy of Music on Friday night. “Seen the shadows grow, see an ominous display.” Have those moments - too few, yet so precious - where you feel like you need to keep your hands on your heart so it doesn't explode out of your chest. Such was Beirut at BAM last Saturday night. Belly full of paprika chicken. Opera hall full of Apple Store circa 2009. There for music that almost lifted the lid off the place. Crisp harmonic horns, wheezing acordian, Zach Condon's mournful songs. We were taken backwards to our ancestors, ahead to a fantasy of world musical integration, and left on the street too early in the evening wondering what had jsut happened.
Crazy weeks of shooting. Pix posted soon.