Stomping around the British country music scene…
We have laughed with cheeky lyrics, and cried - or cringed - at the stories behind them. We have helped the writer of a Keith Urban hit come up with the British version (John Lennon, John Cleese, John 3:16) and learned that no topic is out of bounds in a CMA songwriters’ round...
The FOMO was real. One weekend, two festivals (accidentally dividing more families than the Brexit vote). Each was set in a stunning U.K. park, each was offering an impressive slate of Country and Americana acts… and each started with the letter ‘B’. So, we drew straws - with no short straw really - and left... Continue Reading →
Bringing my grandparents along to the gig already marked it as different to my usual JD-soaked country music outings. My nan pulled a cake out of her bag in the middle of Lucille. So it was a strange enough night even before the star-struck women storming the stage, balcony brawls and police crowd control being... Continue Reading →
Bringing my grandparents along to the gig already marked it as different to my usual JD-soaked country music outings. My nan pulled a cake out of her bag in the middle of Lucille. So it was a strange enough night even before the star-struck women storming the stage, balcony brawls and police crowd control being... 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 →
Brits in Boots 