Last year, a non country music fan stole my Chris Stapleton CD. After months of searching down the back of my own sofa, I heard Tennessee Whiskey playing while sat on hers waiting for dinner. She claims I’d lent her the album but this seems very unlikely. Either way, she was completely converted – to... Continue Reading →
The Siren, The Pitch and The Wardrobe
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 →