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 →
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It's 2:19 a.m. and I am on the new night tube service in red, white and blue cowboy boots. This is a much better position than the first Nashville Nights, when I was trying to contain my stomach contents on a jerky - and expensive - uber ride from Chelsea to the east end. My fairground mirror reflection in... 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 →
Brits in Boots 