This week I traveled down to Portland, Oregon, to the tiny club called The Secret Society, a well-apponted 1907 Victorian-era venue modeled loosely on the theme of the 1920s speakeasy. Patrons walk up a steep flight of stairs into a dimly lit small theatre with stage, bar, and tables along the walls. Nicole Reynolds opened for Chris. It was a sold-out evening in the town Chris now calls home. I reviewed her latest record, “How I Learned to See in the Dark,” both here on my blog as well as for Indie Street, my cool music conspirators in Anacortes, Washington. I’m biased. I love the songwriting of Chris Pureka: stylish, smart storytelling with a signature smokey voice.