Stomping around the British country music scene…
I’d set myself three rules en route to Harvest Country Music Festival. I was in the world’s smallest hire car with Judi, my gig-buddy turned Belfast-to-Enniskillen chauffeur. They were: Rule No.1 - Do not fall into the habit of comparing this event to London's C2C (Country 2 Country) festival. Rule No.2 - Do not fall... Continue Reading →
Hats, boots and a LOT of dancing...
After the school-trip frog debacle of 1994, there are very few things that would make me consider camping again. There are even less things that would make Judi consider camping. But in both our cases Kip Moore being in the field next to the campsite is one of those things. When I go on about... Continue Reading →
There are times it seems country songwriters are spoiling us for mere mortal men. They've raised the bar impossibly high with lines like "if mine could be the name that changes yours" or "I feel like the frame that gets to hold the Mona Lisa". But then there are other times. Do you ever wonder... Continue Reading →
Brits in Boots 