Stomping around the British country music scene…
So ... you might have noticed something different about us on Twitter. Temporarily (unless I can convince CJ otherwise), our handle has been changed in recognition of the Springbok's brilliant victory over the English on Saturday securing South Africa the William Webb Ellis trophy and title of world champions! Looking a bit different there @britsinboots... Continue Reading →
I’ve never been one for Halloween. As a kid in a Catholic family, it was more lighting candles at mass than getting sweets from strangers. Then, as an adult, I could never muster much enthusiasm for being a sexy pumpkin. I’m whatever the Halloween version of The Grinch is. But if I could be persuaded... Continue Reading →
I’ve woken up still buzzing from last night at the O2. Once again Brad Paisley provided a masterclass in audience interaction (just ask Hannah’s whose Instagram got taken over by the man himself, or the TWO youngsters who were given signed guitars out of the blue). As for the rest of us; we were given... Continue Reading →
The year was 2002. I didn’t have a smartphone to google what exactly a Coupe de ville was, but my young heart understood the sentiment. I too had known the agony of Brokenheartsville. I’d been there when I’d spotted Tony talking to the new girl at college. So yes, here’s to the past they could indeed... Continue Reading →
When I found Charley Crockett backstage at The Long Road festival, he’d already performed one of his two shows that day. And rumbles were already going around the Leicestershire site about what a stellar, memorable show it had been. It’s not just his bright red Nudie-style suit - a gift from his home city of... Continue Reading →
