Stomping around the British country music scene…
I’ll admit it. It wasn’t entirely coincidental that I arranged to visit my Nashville friends when it “happened” to be the CMA Fest weekend. I was on my best behaviour though and resigned myself to the fact I’d need to be a good guest and not spend every waking minute wandering off, scouting for country... Continue Reading →
Confession. My cowboy boots (all five pairs) have barely touched grass. In the words of Randy Houser, I was ‘raised on an asphalt farm, ain’t never heard a rooster crow’. But that is about to change with the sudden brilliant increase in UK country music festivals. Whether you're looking for rowdy new country or intimate and acoustic,... Continue Reading →
Judi joined a line-dance flashmob. CJ got to ask Marty Stuart a (croaky, hungover) interview question at the screening of Born in Bristol, a must-watch documentary about country music's birth. Drake White was the talk of the town (square). The arena showcased country’s jaw-dropping guitar skills. The brilliant Brothers Osborne were the antithesis of bro-country.... Continue Reading →
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 →
Brits in Boots 