Stomping around the British country music scene…
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 →
I almost decided not to go to Brett Eldredge's London gig. It was on Valentines day and this meant one of two equally terrifying possibilities. In one hellish vision I would be surrounded by loved up couples getting engaged during a rendition of Mean To Me, while I sang Drunk on Your Love to a bottle of cider.... Continue Reading →
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 →
Brits in Boots 