Stomping around the British country music scene…
Bringing my grandparents along to the gig already marked it as different to my usual JD-soaked country music outings. My nan pulled a cake out of her bag in the middle of Lucille. So it was a strange enough night even before the star-struck women storming the stage, balcony brawls and police crowd control being... Continue Reading →
Bringing my grandparents along to the gig already marked it as different to my usual JD-soaked country music outings. My nan pulled a cake out of her bag in the middle of Lucille. So it was a strange enough night even before the star-struck women storming the stage, balcony brawls and police crowd control being... Continue Reading →
Can you remember it? Kacey Musgraves channeling Mary Poppins, boots in the air waving at Eric Church and, of course, Chris Stapleton silencing an auditorium of thousands… For me (CJ), it’s going to be hard to top the highlights of the last Country to Country Festival and I’m finding it impossible to stop second-guessing the... Continue Reading →
I met a woman in the toilets (because I'm classy like that). As I tried to make the transition from office to cowgirl using nothing but a hairband and some lipstick, she exclaimed "I thought I was the only one who listened to this music!" I remembered the feeling; walking into the first Nashville Nights... Continue Reading →
48 hours ago we were barefoot and dancing to a Dixie Chicks cover being performed by a group of lads from Yorkshire (The Pauper Kings). In the heart of London's financial district, we were the movers and shakers, soaking up the surreal contrasts of the first (and hopefully not last) Nashville Meets London festival. We were revelling in the... Continue Reading →
Brits in Boots 