Too many times, I’ve seen Panabrite (Seattle keyboard wiz Norm Chambers) lug his unwieldy array of magical analog synths to venues, only to play early slots to meager crowds. That is a cruel fate for an individual who creates the closest thing this region has to a heavenly spin on new-age music. Tape by tape, album by album, Panabrite is rehabilitating that scorned genre, lofting celestial tone poems that split the difference between Vangelis and JD Emmanuel. Enter his enchanted sphere. (Cairo, 507 E Mercer St, cairocollection.blogspot.com, 8 pm, $5, all ages)