Stomping around the British country music scene…
The man on Canary Wharf pier did a double take at the mix of stetsons and sailor hats, sandals and cowboy boots. “Have you guys just sailed in from America?” he asked. He was visiting London from Florida and his wife was from Texas. He couldn’t quite believe a few hundred Brits were stepping off... Continue Reading →
It seems every male country act is opening a bar as a sideline these days; just check out Lower Broadway right now. But, if music ever takes a back seat for Curtis Grimes, he’s more likely to be found distributing bibles than bourbon. I should’ve expected such wholesomeness from his ‘entourage’. Before I met Curtis... Continue Reading →
I have stopped keeping a tally on what I spend on gigs. Instead I have opted to maintain a happy state of denial and mentally classify all tickets as “priceless”. But, it’ll soon be safe to check the bank card statements again, thanks to some completely free country music events on the London calendar. Sights... Continue Reading →
The accent on the other end of the phone is a familiar Tennessee twang diluted with a 17-year stint in London, via a decade in New York. I’ve regularly heard it over the radio or over clubbing crowds at Buck 'n' Bull nights. This time though country DJ Baylen Leonard is not just introducing songs,... Continue Reading →
I do not have a single decent photograph from last night’s Brothers Osborne show. I borrowed the one above. Blame the blurriness on the drinking blame the drinking on the blurriness… Once again I tried to instigate my ‘sip of whiskey every time whiskey is mentioned in a song’ drinking game, but somewhere between opener... Continue Reading →
Brits in Boots 