Stomping around the British country music scene…
You will always remember your first time. For Judi it was the smell of pulled pork and the sound of The Shires. For me, it was feeling a bit embarrassed leaving my house in East London in cowboy boots, but then feeling totally at home as the Jubilee line crept closer to the O2 Arena and... Continue Reading →
I almost decided not to go to Brett Eldredge's London gig. It was on Valentines day and this meant one of two equally terrifying possibilities. In one hellish vision I would be surrounded by loved up couples getting engaged during a rendition of Mean To Me, while I sang Drunk on Your Love to a bottle of cider.... Continue Reading →
I'm considering suing DJ Baylen Leonard for £27.38. That's how much my Uber cab home cost when, despite my earnest plan to get the last tube back from Nashville Nights' London launch, the DJ chose the precise moment I was scheduled to leave to play Girl Crush, swiftly followed by Mama's Broken Heart. My lawyer would argue that this... Continue Reading →
Dear Santa (and other people whose Christmas lists I am on), I know you don’t fully understand my country music obsession, and I appreciate that you’re wiling to accept me anyway. To save you the embarrassment of being the fifth person to buy me a Kenny Rogers calendar this December, here’s a list of gift suggestions to make me (or the other country music lovers on your list) boot scoot with joy come Christmas morning. Yours gratefully, UK Country Music Fan
Kacey Musgraves would have probably had to come out naked on stage and dipped in marmite, or to have forgotten her guitar altogether, to have gotten a bad review from me (especially in a week when her fellow American musicians were cancelling their UK tours out of respect / fear). So, after my fourth time... Continue Reading →
Brits in Boots 