Persian by way of New
York, Haale likes to say she grew up with
Hendrix in one ear and Hayedeh (the late Iranian singer) in the other.

We are the world, in stereo. Put on your Global Headphones. It
takes a village.

Filtered through her lush East-West vocals, it comes out as “psychedelic
Sufi trance rock.”

Her two latest EPs are “Morning,” which flows mostly in Persian,
riffing off mystics Rumi and Bahar, and the mostly English-language “Paratrooper.”
Listen here.

At 33, she’s still a little under the radar, but she’s
already bagged a few write-ups in The New York Times and The Washington Post. She’s been all over the East Coast, from the Bowery Ballroom and Joe’s Pub to Lincoln Center
and Carnegie Hall’s Zankel Hall.

The West Coast awaits. And tonight, she’s at The Last Day
Saloon.

I know it’s just a Tuesday night, but come on, “American
Idol” is over.

7:30 p.m. $7. All ages.

It might even look a little something like this: