Stomping around the British country music scene…
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 →
Kacey Musgraves would have probably had to come out naked on stage and dipped in marmite, or to have forgotten her guitar altogether, to have gotten a bad review from me (especially in a week when her fellow American musicians were cancelling their UK tours out of respect / fear). So, after my fourth time... Continue Reading →
Our review of the 1st C2C Social and a fervent hope that there will be more!
My ears hurt and Hunter Hayes is being booed. Neither fact is a reflection on his talents. The earache comes from the screams that any word, action or smile from Hunter elicits. And since he is always smiling, the screams never subside. The booing came when Hunter made the charming error of dedicating a song... Continue Reading →
The problem with going solo to a gig, for me anyway, is that the need for Dutch courage means I drink beer a lot faster than I would with company. Drinking fast isn't usually a problem but it means 1) there's no one to hold said beer when I frequently need the loo and so... Continue Reading →
