Stomping around the British country music scene…
"I wanna sleep on the hard ground, in the comfort of your arms, on a pillow of blue bonnets, in a blanket made of stars…" It might’ve sounded good to the Dixie Chicks but the thought of sleeping on the hard ground doesn’t appeal to everyone, no matter how much we might love songs about red... Continue Reading →
Our mate Laura has never made it to Nashville Meets London because she’s always managed to be over in actual Nashville when the free country music weekend has been on. It’s a fair excuse we suppose, but this year she’ll finally be gracing us with her presence. She’s been privy to our flurries of WhatsApp... Continue Reading →
It seems every male country act is opening a bar as a sideline these days; just check out Lower Broadway right now. But, if music ever takes a back seat for Curtis Grimes, he’s more likely to be found distributing bibles than bourbon. I should’ve expected such wholesomeness from his ‘entourage’. Before I met Curtis... Continue Reading →
The FOMO was real. One weekend, two festivals (accidentally dividing more families than the Brexit vote). Each was set in a stunning U.K. park, each was offering an impressive slate of Country and Americana acts… and each started with the letter ‘B’. So, we drew straws - with no short straw really - and left... 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 