It was Friday morning and my car was in the shop and so my checkbook was out of reach and I didn’t have a buck for coffee, much less breakfast.
So I spent the morning in my computer nook and made my own coffee. Never caught without a plan B, I visited my daughter. Not the way most people would. You see she does not communicate much… except through her music. So I pulled up Soundcloud.
And the tears began to flow...
I had woken up this morning with this crazy idea about a TV talent show where a group of rugged, plain-talk bikers judge college student’s art and either give them bear hugs or ceremoniously throw their stuff in the dumpster. It seemed like genius at the time. Then as I listened to Raegan’s music, it came to me that plain talk would be good for her too. And me. Right now.
Let’s face this thing. Let’s face the music.
You see, I have had this persistent fatherly delusion that she is a great talent and that her music is worthy to be marketed at the next level- you know movie sound track stuff. Of course, we have no idea where that begins... So far she is a bit underwhelmed with her potential and my faith. Being a person who loves talent and has made my living with it, I do not relate to hiding your light under a basket. So please do me a huge favor. Go to her website at soundcloud.com/raegan-cushman
You will find her album called Wildest Dreams and her latest epic, engaging songs, which continue to blow me away.
Give them a listen. Be critical. (of at least one of us!) Then shoot me down, tell me to get over it, I can take it. But if you feel led, lift her up. Leave a comment on her website. Hell, even buy a song. If she might wrap her head around this, if she felt some support for this pursuit, if she dared to want it, I know the rest would fall into place.
Encourage her. Pray for her, and let her know that her old man is not the only one who thinks her music is awesome.