Stomping around the British country music scene…
As the traffic, rain and the deserted office can attest there is a music festival other than Buckle and Boots happening this weekend. While I’m personally avoiding the mud-slide this year, there’s a tinge of hope that my friends on the way to Glastonbury (frustratingly slowly) may come back as part of the ‘country club’. Selfishly,... Continue Reading →
Whether the weather is ready or not, festival season is here. On cue colleagues are jostling over annual leave for Glastonbury or Benicàssim and Fridays are becoming ghost towns. As a British country music fan, the few festival experiences I’ve had have usually involved abandoning pals and venturing way past the portaloos to sniff out... Continue Reading →
I almost decided not to go to Brett Eldredge's London gig. It was on Valentines day and this meant one of two equally terrifying possibilities. In one hellish vision I would be surrounded by loved up couples getting engaged during a rendition of Mean To Me, while I sang Drunk on Your Love to a bottle of cider.... Continue Reading →
At last I've found the song to surely convert my best mate to the cult of Country Music. I subtly stick it on in the background while she's over to discuss her imminent wedding. Yes! On cue, she notices the track and asks "who's this?". I try to sound casual; "Sam Hunt, a country singer" I say. "This... Continue Reading →
Brits in Boots 