In case anyone has been wondering why I haven't announced the lineup for May's Northwest of Nashville show yet, it's because there isn't one :( I know, I am sad too!
But I have a good reason for taking a break this month: we're taking the family and the 1970 RoadRunner travel trailer, replete with original avocado appliances and hideous red-and-gold carpet (along with every activity book/travel game/road trip snack in the history of mankind) on a cross country trek to visit my family in Nashville. I am giddy with excitement, but also I keep waking up in the middle of the night in a flat panic over all the books and shoes I won't be able to fit in the trailer. And the kids need new swimsuits. And sunscreen. And Waylon needs some waterproof shoes. Ibuprofen!....that's when I remember they have Target in Nashville.
Besides, my job of packing food and clothes and books is tiddlywinks when I compare it to Caleb's list of things like checking water pumps and sway bars and tires and ball bearings...Sorry, what was that? I heard water pump and I zoned out.
Every May when I was a kid, my family band would load our tour bus with our most essential earthly possessions (fiddles, guitars, my mom's upright bass, sundry personal items, and a Saxon math textbook -- not because it was beloved but because, like most homeschoolers, I never finished math on time), and we'd hit the road until late October. We'd usually head East first, through Montana then down to Yellowstone, across the plains and down to Nashville, where Shoney's breakfast and Bluegrass celebrity sightings were as ubiquitous as lightning bugs and thunderstorms.
That's right. Bluegrass celebrities are a real thing.
I'll be sharing photos and updates here if you'd like to follow along on what promises to be an equal parts Griswold/Ingalls rough & rowdy fun old fashioned family vacay.
And if you happen to be in Nashville on June 3rd, come to my dad's for a Jenny Anne Mannan house concert.