Stomping around the British country music scene…
We're confident many of life's big questions will be answered during London's first ever Country Music Week. Questions like... Am I too old to go out this many nights in a row? How many girls will turn up to Shepherd's Bush in a red sundress in a bid to get Kip Moore's attention? At which point... Continue Reading →
Taking your favourite fictional artists from TV's Nashville and suggesting the real country stars you should check out.
I’d set myself three rules en route to Harvest Country Music Festival. I was in the world’s smallest hire car with Judi, my gig-buddy turned Belfast-to-Enniskillen chauffeur. They were: Rule No.1 - Do not fall into the habit of comparing this event to London's C2C (Country 2 Country) festival. Rule No.2 - Do not fall... Continue Reading →
Hats, boots and a LOT of dancing...
After the school-trip frog debacle of 1994, there are very few things that would make me consider camping again. There are even less things that would make Judi consider camping. But in both our cases Kip Moore being in the field next to the campsite is one of those things. When I go on about... Continue Reading →
