Last night I experienced the alchemy of being in the room with the voice that often carries me through crowded BART trips. Chris Pureka finally played a show in my town.
I’ve written about her before (and she even played a minor role in one of my short stories). Her voice mesmerizes me — it’s made of whiskey and wry and honey and the dust you blew off an old biology text.
She has a new EP out, Chimera II, and you need to get it.