I’ll admit it, I love The Voice. My father first put my wife and I onto the show and it grew on us.
Last year’s show caused a divide in the Withers’ household. My wife was firmly behind a sixteen year old named Sawyer Fredricks and I was supporting Joshua Davis, a folk singer with a voice that could melt butter. I think I liked him because he reminds me a bit of Springsteen.
He went on to the finals, but lost out to the teen that my wife was drolling over (she assures me it was just because of his voice).