(Columbia City Theater) Sometimes, musical instruments that aren't traditionally used in rock, metal, or punk freak me out. For instance, I once stumbled into a St. Patrick's Day parade—right into an impossibly large army of bagpipe players. After I regained my footing, I stopped to listen—to really hear the sounds they were making. A couple of tears unexpectedly rolled down my cheeks, for no other reason than the sounds were beautifully weird to my ears. The last time I saw the 13-member brass-and-drum ensemble Orkestar Zirkonium rolling down the street, I experienced a similar feeling of being overwhelmed and teary-eyed. Not to say that Ork-Z's music isn't anything but celebratory—and they're one of the finest marching bands Seattle has ever known—I'm just kind of a sheltered weirdo.