Andy Riley |

What I’ve learned in 26 years as an Urban Cowboy


In September 1989 I was hitching through the Rocky Mountains. I was 19. I was in Durango, Colorado: a town I travelled to for the well-thought-out reason that there was a Ramones instrumental I liked called Durango 95. I had a few spare dollars to burn, so I bought a cowboy hat. A proper one, made out of beaver and rabbit fur minced up and turned into felt, not one of your novelty hen night items. It turned out to be a big style decision for me. When I got back to Britain a month later I kept on wearing […]