Appreciation of Paul Metzger at Khyber Pass. Thursday night, Grand Av. 2 doors east of Snelling, string man Paul Metzger took listeners to extended hikes through instrumental, compositional and cultural landscapes. It was my first time hearing St. Paul’s Metzger. The instruments - one a banjo, the other a guitar, had each been crafted to take a set of strings arranged harp-style running off each neck. A bow. A perfectly-sized powered speaker. To my mind Metzger’s first piece, while unnamed, was a tribute to our host, Emel, owner of the tiny restaurant and artist of wonderful abstract paintings on the walls. The predominant feeling of the banjo-harp display was eastern - Afghan perhaps, but I am not sure. Metzger plucked, strummed, hammered, bowed, scraped and pushed out notes by waving the banjo from and back to his chest, stirring bits of echo into the room. The banjo body subbed nicely as a tabla. Left ...