Stomping around the British country music scene…
I feel like, in hindsight, tonight will have been a big deal. At the risk of jinxing it, I predict my great-grandchildren* will be queuing overnight to get tickets for the Yola Carter farewell tour and I'll casually drop that I saw her back in 2016 playing in the back of a pub in a... Continue Reading →
Bringing my grandparents along to the gig already marked it as different to my usual JD-soaked country music outings. My nan pulled a cake out of her bag in the middle of Lucille. So it was a strange enough night even before the star-struck women storming the stage, balcony brawls and police crowd control being... Continue Reading →
Bringing my grandparents along to the gig already marked it as different to my usual JD-soaked country music outings. My nan pulled a cake out of her bag in the middle of Lucille. So it was a strange enough night even before the star-struck women storming the stage, balcony brawls and police crowd control being... Continue Reading →
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 →
Country music is no longer a place on the map but a state of mind
Brits in Boots 