What have I come to whenever I think about my father? I used to be so much of a happy child, but ever since middle school, I almost never knew what joy was. The only thing that could make me in peace was my music. However, the upperclassmen in my high school would joke about it. I would often listen to Garth Brooks when I was either at school or at home. My dad often thinks that I'm a deranged lunatic; I don't see HIM getting backlashed for any singer or band that he really likes, so why does he do it to me?
Thanks to God, because my mom, my older sister, and I moved out of the house. Now, whenever I turn on my favorite Garth song, "Kickin' and Screamin'", I can really start to feel the emotion in his voice when he sings the blues. I would, then, try to mimic his voice. I felt the lyrics with him and even growled when he did it. The song is very difficult to sing, but doing it with a growly, wailing tenor voice like his can be very magical. In the instrumental break, I would just do some bluesy runs and try to emulate his style. The right way to sing the blues is to sing from your soul and NOT from your gut. I threw in some warbles and head voice moments, like his yodels and voice breaks. His growls, however, could never replicated: I've never heard a singer control and shape their voice like Garth. Despite himself claiming to be the quote-unquote "squarest, whitest guy on the planet", he truely knows how to sing with a naturally soulful voice.
After the last chorus ended, I had released all of that negative energy from my thoughts, even though my throat was possibly hurting from all the growling and my bad impression of Garth. The traumatic mental pain vanquished and I would feel all better. My dad's intentional scarring to all of the girls he left on us would eventually disappear, but I'm not sure what the future holds for my family.