Stomping around the British country music scene…
I'm considering suing DJ Baylen Leonard for £27.38. That's how much my Uber cab home cost when, despite my earnest plan to get the last tube back from Nashville Nights' London launch, the DJ chose the precise moment I was scheduled to leave to play Girl Crush, swiftly followed by Mama's Broken Heart. My lawyer would argue that this... Continue Reading →
Dear Santa (and other people whose Christmas lists I am on), I know you don’t fully understand my country music obsession, and I appreciate that you’re wiling to accept me anyway. To save you the embarrassment of being the fifth person to buy me a Kenny Rogers calendar this December, here’s a list of gift suggestions to make me (or the other country music lovers on your list) boot scoot with joy come Christmas morning. Yours gratefully, UK Country Music Fan
Kacey Musgraves would have probably had to come out naked on stage and dipped in marmite, or to have forgotten her guitar altogether, to have gotten a bad review from me (especially in a week when her fellow American musicians were cancelling their UK tours out of respect / fear). So, after my fourth time... Continue Reading →
Our review of the 1st C2C Social and a fervent hope that there will be more!
We were honestly all about the country music when Judi and I set off for a fortnight in Tennessee (which we may have mentioned once or twice?) Then about two days in, perhaps because country music was refreshingly everywhere, we realised the trip had become about food. We'd pull up to each new town and... Continue Reading →
Brits in Boots 