Thursday, 4 February 2010
I got tired of city life and found myself a nice quiet spot in the country to build my Clubhouse. If you listen carefully late at night you'll hear the sound of steel guitars and the squeak of whisky corks as I sip a dram or two while listening to Gram Parsons or Whiskeytown.
This is a magical spot, far away from it all, where the only things that matter are sad country songs and single malts.
Over the coming months I'll share my thoughts on both.
Thanks for stopping by.
Posted by WhiskyP at 09:30