Stomping around the British country music scene…
It was probably about half way into my allotted interview time that I finally got down to any actual interviewing, the engaging Kenny Foster making it seem more like a conversation between old friends than an interview. Chatting away, perched on bar stools at the back of a restaurant in Canary Wharf, I proved my country credentials by mentioning I owned an authentic Stetson bought... Continue Reading →
Sarah Darling has landed in the UK. Again. She spent most of last year recording her new album over here and, it seems, she still likes us. "British men dress nice and you can say anything in that accent and it would just sound perfect." I’ve never had my cockney voice described as ‘perfect’, so... Continue Reading →
I never meant for this to happen. I’m not usually this kind of girl, but it snuck up on me. I accidentally joined the 'RD Fam', which is how Russell Dickerson’s community of fans are known. Sure, I’d previously sung along to the romantic Yours and head-bopped to Blue Tacoma (after googling what one was),... Continue Reading →
Too many record companies have been looking for the next Taylor Swift when they should’ve been looking for the next Lee Ann Womack. Cue Lainey Wilson. We’re sat on dilapidated sofas in a dressing room in London’s Bush Hall, where ‘newcomer’ Lainey is about to open for Chase Rice. She’ll be performing a handful of... Continue Reading →
I’d thought about giving Charlie Worsham a Union Jack Lawn Chair but, since it would’ve been an awkward gift to lug around his UK tour, bought him a drink instead. It was his birthday and for the first time in 33 years he was spending it playing a show, and one a long way from... Continue Reading →
Brits in Boots 