Stomping around the British country music scene…
We're confident many of life's big questions will be answered during London's first ever Country Music Week. Questions like... Am I too old to go out this many nights in a row? How many girls will turn up to Shepherd's Bush in a red sundress in a bid to get Kip Moore's attention? At which point... Continue Reading →
Taking your favourite fictional artists from TV's Nashville and suggesting the real country stars you should check out.
After the school-trip frog debacle of 1994, there are very few things that would make me consider camping again. There are even less things that would make Judi consider camping. But in both our cases Kip Moore being in the field next to the campsite is one of those things. When I go on about... Continue Reading →
There are times it seems country songwriters are spoiling us for mere mortal men. They've raised the bar impossibly high with lines like "if mine could be the name that changes yours" or "I feel like the frame that gets to hold the Mona Lisa". But then there are other times. Do you ever wonder... Continue Reading →
The uncharacteristically decent and consistent British weather of recent weeks vanished on cue. The law of Sod required rain in time for outdoor country music festival Nashville Meets London. But, since we don't live in the right country to be fair-weather fans, we put on fetching free ponchos and made sure our hip flasks were... Continue Reading →
