My voice and my body have never liked each other. When my voice wanted to project strength, my body grew tall and skinny. When my voice wanted to turn on the Barry White sex-tastic sound, my butt would barely hold up my pants. When I was 19, I sounded like I was 40 but looked like a 16 year old anorexic.
Last September I wrote about why I perform voice over work for any political party that pays me. I noted that an anonymous voice over doesn’t really have sway upon the voter’s mind, and if it does, that voter may need to alter their antipsychotics dosage.
I’ll admit it (before anyone else can make the joke); I thought my career was going to suffer the fate of the Titanic for about five days back in April. (See this blog post for the hysterical details).
Watching Inception the other night I was struck by the subtext of a particular scene. No, nothing to do with “dreams within dreams” or why dream-projection security guys can’t aim their guns effectively. It was an actor’s recognition of residuals.
Yes, this blog is officially a year old! And like a 1 year old, my blog tends to poop it’s diaper with bad grammar and punctuation. My apologies. But it is starting to walk a bit thanks to the help of you, the reader!
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