Stomping around the British country music scene…
I’ve been dreaming (some would call it scheming) about taking advantage of British Airways’ new direct flights to my spiritual hometown, Nashville. Social media feeds are currently adding to the obsession by providing a constant stream of friends' photos from CMA Fest. The logical reaction, of course, is to start to plan my own fantasy... 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 →
Is anyone else spending as much time thinking about country music festivals as I am at the moment? They have become a much needed symbol of escape for me. I am in a cramped temporary production hub in the south Wales Valleys. This is my office / home / universe for the next few weeks... Continue Reading →
Brits in Boots 