Mindy Gledhill Music

Archive for December 2008

Happy Holidays, my dearest friends!

This Christmas I have vowed to enjoy each minute with my family and loved ones. The season often gets so busy with performances and all of the planning that comes with them, so this year I have decided to only do one Christmas concert that is open to the public. That’s right, JUST ONE. If you live in Richfield, UT or you have family and friends in the area, let it be known that I am headed your way this Saturday, December 13th. I will be performing at theater in the Sevier Valley Center at 8:00 p.m. after the Lights Up Parade. You can buy tickets here. Also, all ye South Central Utahns can tune in to 100.5 FM KSVC at 8:40 a.m. to listen to an exclusive interview with me about the Richfield concert.

Did you know that all music is 20% off at www.mindygledhill.com until Christmas? Even downloads! My CDs make sweet Christmas gifts, you know.

To those of you who attended the Nie Nie Benefit Concert in Mesa, AZ, THANK YOU a hundred times over for your support. I’m confident in saying that it was the best performance experience of my life and it was largely because of all the amazing people in Mesa. Stay tuned for a Nie Nie benefit concert in Provo soon . . .

Merry Christmas!!!

Peace and Love,

Mindy Gledhill

I am a musician—or at least, I like to think that I am. When I consider my identity, music plays a major role. But I am also many other things: Rich and Karen’s daughter, one of nine children, aunt to twenty-some odd nieces and nephews, native of Northern California, a lover of the planet and advocate of holistic living (I told you I was from Northern Cal!), a fluent Spanish speaker, a Mormon, a world traveler, lover of graphic design, appreciator of historic architecture, and the list goes on. But truly, the most important roles that I play in life are wife to Ryan and mother of two boys (Jackson and Thatcher). I love these boys, madly. Indeed, you might say I am boy crazy.

I grew up as the eighth child in a family of nine children. My two oldest brothers were born first and then all seven glorious girls succeeded them. Poor brothers. That’s a lot of estrogen for one household. Because of our age gap, my brothers were out of the house for the large part of my upbringing. So, after giving birth to two boys of my own, I never know what to expect from them. They surprise me daily with language and actions I am not accustomed to. But one thing is clear: I LOVE IT (most of the time). I love little boys and all of the whistles and bells that they come pre-packaged with. Have you ever noticed that they inherently know how to make the most realistic sound for the rumbling of a diesel’s engine? Or how they so fearlessly glide over bumps and ruts in the sidewalk on scooter and skateboard? Believe me, I could do without the sprinkles on the toilet seat, but give me a dirty-faced, scabby-elbowed, bed-headed little boy any day. I am a boys’ Momma.