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 →
Our mate Laura has never made it to Nashville Meets London because she’s always managed to be over in actual Nashville when the free country music weekend has been on. It’s a fair excuse we suppose, but this year she’ll finally be gracing us with her presence. She’s been privy to our flurries of WhatsApp... Continue Reading →
Should we Brits be celebrating America's independence from, well, us? Debatable. But should we take any excuse to indulge in mac 'n' cheese? Definitely. Besides, if they hadn't left Blightly, we wouldn't have country music as we know and love it. So here are just a few places to spend Independence Day on this side of the... 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 →
The FOMO was real. One weekend, two festivals (accidentally dividing more families than the Brexit vote). Each was set in a stunning U.K. park, each was offering an impressive slate of Country and Americana acts… and each started with the letter ‘B’. So, we drew straws - with no short straw really - and left... Continue Reading →
Brits in Boots 