Stomping around the British country music scene…
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 often leave a Country gig feeling inspired. Sometimes it’s the energy of the music, often it’s a lyric that wouldn’t be out of place on a motivational poster, other times it’s just being surrounded by my tribe singing in unison and unfettered revelry. Leaving Carrie Underwood’s London concert - a proper big-hit-belting, arena-worthy show... Continue Reading →
Have you seen this man? No, not Nashville's Charles Esten, the one on the right. You may be more familiar with the back of his head. He’s the one miles ahead of you in the venue queue; the one closest to the stage while you’re squashed somewhere back near the the toilets. So, as part... Continue Reading →
Brits in Boots 