Greetings dudes and dudettes.
So here it goes, the first of what promises to be a lasting contribution to the musical lexicon– The Girl from Boca Chica blogging extravaganza.
The girl, being myself, one Hallie Pritts– bandleader and songwriter of the Pittsburgh alt-folk music collective, Boca Chica, music writer, and publicist with Shut Eye Records and Agency, will endeavor to offer an embarrassment of insight, information, and gossip about music, musicians, being in a band, the music business, and so on and so forth, in easy, readable installments on this here blog.
So yes. This blog will feature news and updates about Boca Chica– information you will find no where else– answers to pressing questions like what is pedal steel player James Hart’s favorite sandwich (is it _really_ kielbasa on rye, as reported by Pitchfork?) and just when will that next record be finished (answer: when it sounds like Neil Young wandered into the orchestra pit during an early morning practice of The Magic Flute).
Also, there will be updates on the Pittsburgh music scene, and new music reviews and updates and info about Shut Eye Records bands I’m working with (Have you heard of Shut Eye Records? They’re just the goshdarn best Americana music promotion agency around and work with fantastic bands including, ahem, Boca Chica. I’m signed on as a publicist which is pretty close to my ideal vocation (as long as I can’t get paid to be queen of Narnia. Yes. I’m a dweeb.) and I get to work with amazing Americana artists all day long. This blog will serve as a space where I can wax poetical about the bands I write about professionally.
Oh, and the name. You know that bossa nova song… goes something like… “tall and thin and young and lovely…?”. How I dig thee, Astrud Gilberto. Would that I could curl up in your voice and sleep my cares away for ever and ever, I would gladly forgo the small pleasures in life, such as music blogging. But until then, dear readers, I am faithfully yours,
Hallie Pritts (aka, the girl from boca chica)
PS. You just hold tight for my next post, which I promise will be less poetical, more sensical.
