Stomping around the British country music scene…
I met a woman in the toilets (because I'm classy like that). As I tried to make the transition from office to cowgirl using nothing but a hairband and some lipstick, she exclaimed "I thought I was the only one who listened to this music!" I remembered the feeling; walking into the first Nashville Nights... Continue Reading →
If you follow our various social media accounts, you may have gathered that I have ... let's call it ... a keen appreciation for the most famous of Tennessee whiskies: Jack Daniel's. I'm not the only one. Judging by how frequently Jack Daniels gets mentioned in country music, that's a love affair going strong. Then there's... Continue Reading →
Country music is no longer a place on the map but a state of mind
48 hours ago we were barefoot and dancing to a Dixie Chicks cover being performed by a group of lads from Yorkshire (The Pauper Kings). In the heart of London's financial district, we were the movers and shakers, soaking up the surreal contrasts of the first (and hopefully not last) Nashville Meets London festival. We were revelling in the... Continue Reading →
As the traffic, rain and the deserted office can attest there is a music festival other than Buckle and Boots happening this weekend. While I’m personally avoiding the mud-slide this year, there’s a tinge of hope that my friends on the way to Glastonbury (frustratingly slowly) may come back as part of the ‘country club’. Selfishly,... Continue Reading →
