Stomping around the British country music scene…
Today, I’m having to explain to lovely but non-country-fan friends why I’m leaving our idyllic New Year’s Eve retreat (log burner, seafront, cheese...) before actual New Year’s Eve. I’m leaving early to rejoin the secret internet friends I’ve been spending increasing portions of time with over the last year. To go clubbing. “But you hate... Continue Reading →
It's taken a lot of willpower to resist selfishly buying these goodies for ourselves all year, but Christmas brings a lovely, legitimate excuse to shop for some bespoke, handmade gems. Memo Illustration From the imagination of a Cumbria based artist (and Western shirt collector) comes a range of retro prints, homeware and gifts. Everything’s made... Continue Reading →
I never meant for this to happen. I’m not usually this kind of girl, but it snuck up on me. I accidentally joined the 'RD Fam', which is how Russell Dickerson’s community of fans are known. Sure, I’d previously sung along to the romantic Yours and head-bopped to Blue Tacoma (after googling what one was),... Continue Reading →
Country Music Week (which, combined with national tours of so many acts, seemed to last all month) took over London concert venues for its second year. Our sleep-deprived, bourbon-coated voices are subsequently gravelly enough to brave a Chris Stapleton song at karaoke. A lot happened. The Country 2 Country 2019 festival lineup was announced (twice,... Continue Reading →
Too many record companies have been looking for the next Taylor Swift when they should’ve been looking for the next Lee Ann Womack. Cue Lainey Wilson. We’re sat on dilapidated sofas in a dressing room in London’s Bush Hall, where ‘newcomer’ Lainey is about to open for Chase Rice. She’ll be performing a handful of... Continue Reading →
Brits in Boots 