For the Nashville fans….
True Bromance. @sampalladio aka GUNNAR convinces me aka WILL LEXINGTON to make a legendary comeback. I will now perform for “ONE NIGHT ONLY”… TWICE!!! I looked into it and it may be a world record…
Nashville cast reunion musical performances Saturday September 23 Rosemont theater Chicago IL and Monday sept. 25 at the Ryman in Nashville!
Link for tix in bio. Come on out and have fun with us!
Massive happy birthday to this one. She cares deeply, loves hard and always puts others first. I’m a lucky guy @cassadeepope 🖤
We are a few weeks away from kicking off the #NashvilleReunionTour in Chicago and Nahsville, before we hop over to the UK. We can’t wait to see all of you, so grab your tickets before they’re gone! https://www.nashvillereuniontour.com
Where to begin. Let’s start with 5 year old Sam surrounded by a room of tap dancing grannies. That’s quite the sight. Rita, my very own tap dancing granny, laughing, smiling and encouraging a curious little boy and igniting a spark that would lead him to many different stages.
Taking my hand as my first dance partner and tapping away to “the sailors horn pipe” will always remain etched in my core memories.
So too will a little song she used to sing me anytime we went to the park and I sat on the swings.
“Swing me just a little bit higher, Obadiah do
Swing me just a little bit higher, and I’ll love you
Swing over the garden wall
Hold me on and I’ll never fall
Swing me little bit higher, Obadiah do”.
I can only imagine she used to sing that to mum too when she was a little girl, most likely on the same swings.
Those simple melodies and her soft voice were again subconsciously absorbing into little Sam.
Granny and grandpa both nurtured my young very active imagination.
On Countless times we’d all find ourselves in trevaylor the woods, covered in mud, where I’d be chasing imaginary dragons and fighting monsters, no double fulled by seemingly endless supply of chocolates, boiled sweets and crisps from Grannies magical bag that seemed like a the tardis for snacks.
I think all of us grand children were always full of E numbers and sugar thanks to granny, apart from Mac, who when confronted by a bakery full of treats and granny’s encouragement for a sticky bun or chocolate cake, would always insist on having a brown bread roll instead.
Granny always loved to swim and loved the water, Lucky for me as, she was the one who taught me to swim at St Claire’s swimming pool.
Although once again being surrounded by grannies but this time NAKED one’s in the lady’s changing room, left a slightly different impression on me.
Other activities involved her nurturing early age gambling on the tuppeny nudger at the promenade arcade, one of my favourites places to spent time with her, train rides to st ives and summers on porthminster beach, battery rocks and sennen cove….. continued in comments Newlyn Beach
Where to begin. Let’s start with 5 year old Sam surrounded by a room of tap dancing grannies. That’s quite the sight. Rita, my very own tap dancing granny, laughing, smiling and encouraging a curious little boy and igniting a spark that would lead him to many different stages.
Taking my hand as my first dance partner and tapping away to “the sailors horn pipe” will always remain etched in my core memories.
So too will a little song she used to sing me anytime we went to the park and I sat on the swings.
“Swing me just a little bit higher, Obadiah do
Swing me just a little bit higher, and I’ll love you
Swing over the garden wall
Hold me on and I’ll never fall
Swing me little bit higher, Obadiah do”.
I can only imagine she used to sing that to mum too when she was a little girl, most likely on the same swings.
Those simple melodies and her soft voice were again subconsciously absorbing into little Sam.
Granny and grandpa both nurtured my young very active imagination.
On Countless times we’d all find ourselves in trevaylor the woods, covered in mud, where I’d be chasing imaginary dragons and fighting monsters, no double fulled by seemingly endless supply of chocolates, boiled sweets and crisps from Grannies magical bag that seemed like a the tardis for snacks.
I think all of us grand children were always full of E numbers and sugar thanks to granny, apart from Mac, who when confronted by a bakery full of treats and granny’s encouragement for a sticky bun or chocolate cake, would always insist on having a brown bread roll instead.
Granny always loved to swim and loved the water, Lucky for me as, she was the one who taught me to swim at St Claire’s swimming pool.
Although once again being surrounded by grannies but this time NAKED one’s in the lady’s changing room, left a slightly different impression on me.
Other activities involved her nurturing early age gambling on the tuppeny nudger at the promenade arcade, one of my favourites places to spent time with her, train rides to st ives and summers on porthminster beach, battery rocks and sennen cove….. continued in comments Newlyn Beach
Where to begin. Let’s start with 5 year old Sam surrounded by a room of tap dancing grannies. That’s quite the sight. Rita, my very own tap dancing granny, laughing, smiling and encouraging a curious little boy and igniting a spark that would lead him to many different stages.
Taking my hand as my first dance partner and tapping away to “the sailors horn pipe” will always remain etched in my core memories.
So too will a little song she used to sing me anytime we went to the park and I sat on the swings.
“Swing me just a little bit higher, Obadiah do
Swing me just a little bit higher, and I’ll love you
Swing over the garden wall
Hold me on and I’ll never fall
Swing me little bit higher, Obadiah do”.
I can only imagine she used to sing that to mum too when she was a little girl, most likely on the same swings.
Those simple melodies and her soft voice were again subconsciously absorbing into little Sam.
Granny and grandpa both nurtured my young very active imagination.
On Countless times we’d all find ourselves in trevaylor the woods, covered in mud, where I’d be chasing imaginary dragons and fighting monsters, no double fulled by seemingly endless supply of chocolates, boiled sweets and crisps from Grannies magical bag that seemed like a the tardis for snacks.
I think all of us grand children were always full of E numbers and sugar thanks to granny, apart from Mac, who when confronted by a bakery full of treats and granny’s encouragement for a sticky bun or chocolate cake, would always insist on having a brown bread roll instead.
Granny always loved to swim and loved the water, Lucky for me as, she was the one who taught me to swim at St Claire’s swimming pool.
Although once again being surrounded by grannies but this time NAKED one’s in the lady’s changing room, left a slightly different impression on me.
Other activities involved her nurturing early age gambling on the tuppeny nudger at the promenade arcade, one of my favourites places to spent time with her, train rides to st ives and summers on porthminster beach, battery rocks and sennen cove….. continued in comments Newlyn Beach
Where to begin. Let’s start with 5 year old Sam surrounded by a room of tap dancing grannies. That’s quite the sight. Rita, my very own tap dancing granny, laughing, smiling and encouraging a curious little boy and igniting a spark that would lead him to many different stages.
Taking my hand as my first dance partner and tapping away to “the sailors horn pipe” will always remain etched in my core memories.
So too will a little song she used to sing me anytime we went to the park and I sat on the swings.
“Swing me just a little bit higher, Obadiah do
Swing me just a little bit higher, and I’ll love you
Swing over the garden wall
Hold me on and I’ll never fall
Swing me little bit higher, Obadiah do”.
I can only imagine she used to sing that to mum too when she was a little girl, most likely on the same swings.
Those simple melodies and her soft voice were again subconsciously absorbing into little Sam.
Granny and grandpa both nurtured my young very active imagination.
On Countless times we’d all find ourselves in trevaylor the woods, covered in mud, where I’d be chasing imaginary dragons and fighting monsters, no double fulled by seemingly endless supply of chocolates, boiled sweets and crisps from Grannies magical bag that seemed like a the tardis for snacks.
I think all of us grand children were always full of E numbers and sugar thanks to granny, apart from Mac, who when confronted by a bakery full of treats and granny’s encouragement for a sticky bun or chocolate cake, would always insist on having a brown bread roll instead.
Granny always loved to swim and loved the water, Lucky for me as, she was the one who taught me to swim at St Claire’s swimming pool.
Although once again being surrounded by grannies but this time NAKED one’s in the lady’s changing room, left a slightly different impression on me.
Other activities involved her nurturing early age gambling on the tuppeny nudger at the promenade arcade, one of my favourites places to spent time with her, train rides to st ives and summers on porthminster beach, battery rocks and sennen cove….. continued in comments Newlyn Beach
Where to begin. Let’s start with 5 year old Sam surrounded by a room of tap dancing grannies. That’s quite the sight. Rita, my very own tap dancing granny, laughing, smiling and encouraging a curious little boy and igniting a spark that would lead him to many different stages.
Taking my hand as my first dance partner and tapping away to “the sailors horn pipe” will always remain etched in my core memories.
So too will a little song she used to sing me anytime we went to the park and I sat on the swings.
“Swing me just a little bit higher, Obadiah do
Swing me just a little bit higher, and I’ll love you
Swing over the garden wall
Hold me on and I’ll never fall
Swing me little bit higher, Obadiah do”.
I can only imagine she used to sing that to mum too when she was a little girl, most likely on the same swings.
Those simple melodies and her soft voice were again subconsciously absorbing into little Sam.
Granny and grandpa both nurtured my young very active imagination.
On Countless times we’d all find ourselves in trevaylor the woods, covered in mud, where I’d be chasing imaginary dragons and fighting monsters, no double fulled by seemingly endless supply of chocolates, boiled sweets and crisps from Grannies magical bag that seemed like a the tardis for snacks.
I think all of us grand children were always full of E numbers and sugar thanks to granny, apart from Mac, who when confronted by a bakery full of treats and granny’s encouragement for a sticky bun or chocolate cake, would always insist on having a brown bread roll instead.
Granny always loved to swim and loved the water, Lucky for me as, she was the one who taught me to swim at St Claire’s swimming pool.
Although once again being surrounded by grannies but this time NAKED one’s in the lady’s changing room, left a slightly different impression on me.
Other activities involved her nurturing early age gambling on the tuppeny nudger at the promenade arcade, one of my favourites places to spent time with her, train rides to st ives and summers on porthminster beach, battery rocks and sennen cove….. continued in comments Newlyn Beach
Where to begin. Let’s start with 5 year old Sam surrounded by a room of tap dancing grannies. That’s quite the sight. Rita, my very own tap dancing granny, laughing, smiling and encouraging a curious little boy and igniting a spark that would lead him to many different stages.
Taking my hand as my first dance partner and tapping away to “the sailors horn pipe” will always remain etched in my core memories.
So too will a little song she used to sing me anytime we went to the park and I sat on the swings.
“Swing me just a little bit higher, Obadiah do
Swing me just a little bit higher, and I’ll love you
Swing over the garden wall
Hold me on and I’ll never fall
Swing me little bit higher, Obadiah do”.
I can only imagine she used to sing that to mum too when she was a little girl, most likely on the same swings.
Those simple melodies and her soft voice were again subconsciously absorbing into little Sam.
Granny and grandpa both nurtured my young very active imagination.
On Countless times we’d all find ourselves in trevaylor the woods, covered in mud, where I’d be chasing imaginary dragons and fighting monsters, no double fulled by seemingly endless supply of chocolates, boiled sweets and crisps from Grannies magical bag that seemed like a the tardis for snacks.
I think all of us grand children were always full of E numbers and sugar thanks to granny, apart from Mac, who when confronted by a bakery full of treats and granny’s encouragement for a sticky bun or chocolate cake, would always insist on having a brown bread roll instead.
Granny always loved to swim and loved the water, Lucky for me as, she was the one who taught me to swim at St Claire’s swimming pool.
Although once again being surrounded by grannies but this time NAKED one’s in the lady’s changing room, left a slightly different impression on me.
Other activities involved her nurturing early age gambling on the tuppeny nudger at the promenade arcade, one of my favourites places to spent time with her, train rides to st ives and summers on porthminster beach, battery rocks and sennen cove….. continued in comments Newlyn Beach
Where to begin. Let’s start with 5 year old Sam surrounded by a room of tap dancing grannies. That’s quite the sight. Rita, my very own tap dancing granny, laughing, smiling and encouraging a curious little boy and igniting a spark that would lead him to many different stages.
Taking my hand as my first dance partner and tapping away to “the sailors horn pipe” will always remain etched in my core memories.
So too will a little song she used to sing me anytime we went to the park and I sat on the swings.
“Swing me just a little bit higher, Obadiah do
Swing me just a little bit higher, and I’ll love you
Swing over the garden wall
Hold me on and I’ll never fall
Swing me little bit higher, Obadiah do”.
I can only imagine she used to sing that to mum too when she was a little girl, most likely on the same swings.
Those simple melodies and her soft voice were again subconsciously absorbing into little Sam.
Granny and grandpa both nurtured my young very active imagination.
On Countless times we’d all find ourselves in trevaylor the woods, covered in mud, where I’d be chasing imaginary dragons and fighting monsters, no double fulled by seemingly endless supply of chocolates, boiled sweets and crisps from Grannies magical bag that seemed like a the tardis for snacks.
I think all of us grand children were always full of E numbers and sugar thanks to granny, apart from Mac, who when confronted by a bakery full of treats and granny’s encouragement for a sticky bun or chocolate cake, would always insist on having a brown bread roll instead.
Granny always loved to swim and loved the water, Lucky for me as, she was the one who taught me to swim at St Claire’s swimming pool.
Although once again being surrounded by grannies but this time NAKED one’s in the lady’s changing room, left a slightly different impression on me.
Other activities involved her nurturing early age gambling on the tuppeny nudger at the promenade arcade, one of my favourites places to spent time with her, train rides to st ives and summers on porthminster beach, battery rocks and sennen cove….. continued in comments Newlyn Beach
Where to begin. Let’s start with 5 year old Sam surrounded by a room of tap dancing grannies. That’s quite the sight. Rita, my very own tap dancing granny, laughing, smiling and encouraging a curious little boy and igniting a spark that would lead him to many different stages.
Taking my hand as my first dance partner and tapping away to “the sailors horn pipe” will always remain etched in my core memories.
So too will a little song she used to sing me anytime we went to the park and I sat on the swings.
“Swing me just a little bit higher, Obadiah do
Swing me just a little bit higher, and I’ll love you
Swing over the garden wall
Hold me on and I’ll never fall
Swing me little bit higher, Obadiah do”.
I can only imagine she used to sing that to mum too when she was a little girl, most likely on the same swings.
Those simple melodies and her soft voice were again subconsciously absorbing into little Sam.
Granny and grandpa both nurtured my young very active imagination.
On Countless times we’d all find ourselves in trevaylor the woods, covered in mud, where I’d be chasing imaginary dragons and fighting monsters, no double fulled by seemingly endless supply of chocolates, boiled sweets and crisps from Grannies magical bag that seemed like a the tardis for snacks.
I think all of us grand children were always full of E numbers and sugar thanks to granny, apart from Mac, who when confronted by a bakery full of treats and granny’s encouragement for a sticky bun or chocolate cake, would always insist on having a brown bread roll instead.
Granny always loved to swim and loved the water, Lucky for me as, she was the one who taught me to swim at St Claire’s swimming pool.
Although once again being surrounded by grannies but this time NAKED one’s in the lady’s changing room, left a slightly different impression on me.
Other activities involved her nurturing early age gambling on the tuppeny nudger at the promenade arcade, one of my favourites places to spent time with her, train rides to st ives and summers on porthminster beach, battery rocks and sennen cove….. continued in comments Newlyn Beach
2023 highlights part 2. Saw some sick shows, hung with some lovely folks made some great new friends. Reignited my love of theatre, by jumping back onto the boards as Curly in @oklahoma.westend. My 1st West End lead role. Part 3 next #musicaltheatre #oklahoma #westend London, United Kingdom
2023 highlights part 2. Saw some sick shows, hung with some lovely folks made some great new friends. Reignited my love of theatre, by jumping back onto the boards as Curly in @oklahoma.westend. My 1st West End lead role. Part 3 next #musicaltheatre #oklahoma #westend London, United Kingdom
2023 highlights part 2. Saw some sick shows, hung with some lovely folks made some great new friends. Reignited my love of theatre, by jumping back onto the boards as Curly in @oklahoma.westend. My 1st West End lead role. Part 3 next #musicaltheatre #oklahoma #westend London, United Kingdom
2023 highlights part 2. Saw some sick shows, hung with some lovely folks made some great new friends. Reignited my love of theatre, by jumping back onto the boards as Curly in @oklahoma.westend. My 1st West End lead role. Part 3 next #musicaltheatre #oklahoma #westend London, United Kingdom
@riverthewhippet disturbing the peace and the snow angels in Nashville. #nashvillesnow #nashville
Felt country (with my ball cap) might delete. @analognashville @visitmusiccity #singersongwriter #altmusic #nashville Nashville, Tennessee
Exciting things are coming…thanks for the great shots @_lindseywebb
@riverthewhippet on #nationaldogday. Cameo by @cuppythepuppy
@riverthewhippet on #nationaldogday. Cameo by @cuppythepuppy
@riverthewhippet on #nationaldogday. Cameo by @cuppythepuppy
2023 recap part 2 #musicaltheatre #edsheeran #nashville London, United Kingdom
Loved chatting to Baylen on @absoluteradiocountry today. Who caught the show?
“Something on my mind” piano version anyone? Trying some ideas over @edharcourt’s beautiful piano. We might be onto something. There’s a lot of exciting things coming your way soon, but I felt like this song is still resonating with many of you and maybe we should give it some more life…let me know if you want to hear more. #altmusic #alternative #indie #singer #newmusic #nashville #recording 🤍🤍🤍 Nashville, Tennessee
