Next week is going to be an exciting week for the Redheads…
Last week we went into the studio with the Walker Family to start our upcoming album, “By Request”. We’ll go into the studio again this Monday and Wednesday to begin doing the vocals, so keep an eye out for the new CD.
Along with that, of course, is Thanksgiving as well as…my (Meghan) 16th Birthday!
Because Thanksgiving is always plenty busy, I’ve decided to have my party the day after and I definitely have plans.
You can probably relate with living in a city or state that’s a big tourist attraction, but in all the time you’ve lived there, you’ve never found the time to see any of those attractions. We’ve been living in Nashville for over a year now and have honestly never really seen “Nashville”.
In which case, for my party I’ve invited my Mom and sisters for a day out in Nashville! We plan to do plenty of shopping, enjoying the unique restaurants, and most importantly, eat some Gelato’s Ice cream.
I hope everyone has a wonderful week as well and a Happy Thanksgiving!

It’s time for spring cleaning…and shopping! We had a blast a few days ago finding new and improved outfits for the Redhead Express girls and family.

We actually hadn’t intended to go shopping at all, but we were all a little road weary, so we found the nearest mall and "spread out". Of course, that never happened, for, when you live in a 38 ft. RV with nine people and a dog 24/7, you simply get used to being, together.

Mom and Dad had attempted to go on a date while we kids went wherever we wanted, but about ten phone calls later we all found ourselves in Maurices (one of the clothing stores) trying on pretty much everything!

Thanks to Maurices, though, the next time you see us we’ll probably all be wearing some snazzy red and black outfits, or else flitting about in an assortment of colorful springtime wear. I love shopping! And I LOVE Maurices!

A 1939 S100 Kay bass, was it really mine? Yes, though it seemed nearly impossible, it was mine and I had no problem with that.

I have to say, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world right now (if you’re a bass player that is) and I owe it all to my bass instructor, Mike Bub, my wonderful parents, and our faithful instrument fund; my new Eddy (as I have named him. It’s the perfect name for a bass, don’t you think) is awesome! 

Triple Creek RV park’s very first festival was not only the place that the Walker Boys performed their first show (see "The Walker Boy’s" Blog Below) but also where I, Meghan, taught  my first bass workshop… with the help of the Walker Boy’s Bass Player, of course. We had four ladies attend the workshop which I led, while eight year-old Ammon helped by demonstrating and making comments and suggestions in between. At the end of the lesson one of the ladies commented, "The bass isn’t so intimidating now. I like the ‘Meghan style’!’ Well, I know that I learned much more probably, by teaching the lesson than those who I taught, but I hope I was able to teach each of those ladies something new and that they left with a little more than they had had 45 minutes before.

"You’re catching all the fish, Joseph," Ammon grumbled as Joseph reeled in his second fish. Indeed he had been having al the best luck s far and was becoming quite the fisherman. As my dad walked outside, Joseph closed the lid of the cooler where his beautiful bluegill were being stored, and yelled proudly to him from across the pond, "Dad, I caught two fish; a ten and a twelve incher!" I smiled as I lifted the lid of the cooler to see his eight and ten inch fish lying at the bottom. Yes, he was becoming a true fisherman.

Two days later Ammon was no longer sulking, for I looked out the window to see Ammon headed towards the RV at a dead run. "Dad! Dad!" he yelled excitedly as he burst inside, "Dad, come here quick, I caught a huge fish! It’s about two feet long! It’s a catfish." That said, he ran straight back out the door, not even waiting for an answer. I set down the book I was reading and ran outside. I had to see for myself how big this fish really was. Turns out he had caught a catfish, and a big one at that! It measured exactly 26 inches long, five inches tal, and (as Ammon said) four inches fat.

So it’s been with the boys for the past three days now; cast out, reel in, cast out, reel in, hoping that they might be lucky enough to catch another fish. They have caught somewhere around 30 fish now and I don’t think they are planning to stop anytime soon. We’ll be having fish tonight… again!

We were all grateful to our wonderful Mother who had us shower the day before, when we arrived at Mickey’s Mountain Bluegrass festival to find that we had no water and no way to fill up, no electricity (due to a power outage in the park) and worst of all… no air conditionaing! I (Meghan) was now getting a taste of what life was like before the amazing invention of air conditining and it wasn’t cool. Despite all that, though, we had a wonderful time at the festival.

We were there because of referrals sent by a few couples who had seen our show in South Texas last winter and wanted us to come and play in their area. We’re glad they did! Everyone was so kind. We were given cookies, provided with water and had our own personal little roadie. Nine year old Katy helped us with everything literally everything. When we were carrying equipment to the stage, when we needed help at the CD table etc… She was a joy.

On our second and last day at the festival, Katy and her older brother, Brennan, surprised us by writing "Redhead Express" on a piece of wood, using rocks. What a good memory to leave Mickey’s Mountain Bluegrass Festival with!