Last week, I took the train to Minnesota to see my family, which is always very special. However, this time, my dad was there. He recently moved out there to reset and connect closer to my sister and me, and we are so excited about this shift and time together. The guitars were tuned, the keyboard(s) were plugged in, a Stylophone, and an app to train our voices so we can contribute at our very best together. I was roped into testing my voice to see what bucket I fall under – Tenor with a poor singing score of 65%. The hope (goal) is a Partridge Family bus tour as we all pile in to travel the country, which would be my sister’s dream. We all gave our best shot… HAHA

In talking with my father, he disclosed that while he is a magnificent musician, he cannot read music. This revelation took me by surprise, as his musical talent seems to transcend the conventional rules that many adhere to. He told me that when he was a little boy in Northern Michigan, he heard Jimi Hendrix for the first time, and without a guitar or any instrument, he created one out of a cigar box and rubber bands, showcasing his incredible creativity and resourcefulness. He said he will listen to any song and automatically know the key it is in by ear, which speaks volumes about his innate musicality and deep connection to sound. I cannot tell you how shocked and intrigued I am by this admission – the talent that comes with that skill should be studied and cherished. I can’t wait to come back in a few months for the festival season there, and I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I can see him up on stage again, sharing his gifts. Whatever frequency, score, or cadence, music is life. Cheers, bebes!

Music Cue: The real What’s The Frequency, Kenneth? by R.E.M.