Naturally, I can’t hear it & it may be like describing the sound of a waterfall to a deaf person, but give it a shot. thanks.
I asked Ultress that the other day and she told me that I had a throaty Canadian voice. Not sure what exactly that means… maybe she has figured out that I’m really a man.
We are, each of us angels with only one wing,and we can only fly by embracing one another
::mumble mumble mumble::
Purplebear tells me it is comforting with a sexy burr in it. No real accent, as I’ve lived so many places in my life.
VB
Some people say that cats are sneaky, evil, and cruel. True, and they have many other fine qualities as well.
I sound like this: la la la la.
I don’t know. I used to do commerical radio, so I know it doesn’t suck completely.
Yep! Yep! Yep! you sure do, VB. If we weren’t already married to wonderful people, I’d go for you just for your voice!!<just kiddin, hubby!>
As for me, hhmmmm. I don’t know quite how to describe it. It changes to reflect any strong mood I may be feeling, it gets kinda low and scratchy, hubby says husky, when I’m, umm, well, umm, blush feeling good! yeah, that’s it! feeling good!!!
I’ve also been told that I have a cheerful glee about my voice most of the time! 
You sing in my consciousness like a counterpoint to my life.
L.L.
Oooooooooooo…MMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! 
VB
Some people say that cats are sneaky, evil, and cruel. True, and they have many other fine qualities as well.
I have a horrible, horrible voice. When I heard it on tape, I was utterly mortified. It is very weak and nasal and I sound like I have some kind of Special Needs. People seem surprised I can drive, have worked for 25 years, and never once accidentally left the baby behind at the mall. Expressing an opinion out loud is an effort as people disregard me or talk over me. I should get some kind of computerized Steven Hawking thing and maybe they’ll listen to me then.
I’d like to see the insurance claim for that.
I wouldn’t know… I don’t talk.
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“I never meant to hurt you,” you said,
And buried yourself in lies instead.
Next time I would rather be slain,
Than forced to bear your mercy again.
I have a Southern accent. Sue can do a perfect imitation of me, asking for a Long Island Ice Tea, and make it strong.
I’ve learned that if someone says something unkind about me, I must live so that no one will believe it.
A crystal clear evening with a thin crescent moon and billions of brilliant stars. A thin whisp of clouds over the towering pine trees. The crisp night chill at the base of your neck.
This is my voice, handy.
Yet to be reconciled with the reality of the dark for a moment, I go on wandering from dream to dream.
I have an alterable voice that in times of need has presence but most of the time is just average. Handy, I know there are ASL equivalents of an accent (it is easy to tell the flamoboyant signers by their hand gestures) but am not sure if it translates regionally. Anyway, I don’t particularly have a queeny voice (that is effeminate) nor a masculine voice.
My voice sounds about my age. It reflects my experience. When I was 18 and had a similar vocal range that I have now, I had a younger sounding voice. I know this because people would often assume that I was young (early teen to about 18) on the phone. Now, I know people typically assume that I am about my age by listening to me. I suppose this makes me average.
I have been told by many people that I have a good singing voice. I have enough power and a decent sounding tone. Auditory tone is like visual quality/clarity. If you have bad vision you would see something akin to bad visual tone, if you put on your glasses the tone improves. Speaking of sound, auditory pitch is like a specific hue of a color (orange for example with the definition of orange being the same as it is in art school. Orange is a specific hue, colloquially we all call many different colors orange but they are either more yellow or more red). Anyway, I would consider myself to have a good sense of pitch and an average tone. So I sing the color well but the quality of the color is just average.
I hope this is enlightening.
HUGS!
Sqrl
Never did radio, but did MC for a charity run of Kids vs. Cops, one of the local radio DJs commended me on my voice and said he thought I could be in radio…that was kind of cool.
Other than that you have to call me to figure it out.
I guess my voice must sound OK to other people, but I hate it. I think it’s nasal and still has a bit of a Philly accent, which I worked long and hard to lose.
It’s nice and deep, but gosh, with a nose like this, how can I NOT talk out of it?
Techchick—you’re sure he didn’t say, “with a FACE like yours, you should be on radio?”
Har! Can’t give ME a straight line like that!
Sake deserves some kind of prize for the description. Oh yeah.
trisha
Mine sounds nasal, and in accent, typical north of england. So I sound stupid. But i’m not, honest.
Trust me android, any British Isle accent instantly conveys class. Except Cockney. I was fobidden to enter Ireland by my best friend in high school because she fears my little head would explode with glee from hearing the accent too much. (among other things…)
Mine is a fairly deep baritone (not as deep as Barry White, more like Sinatra in pitch). I have the merest trace of a Texas drawl, which manifests itself more in pacing and word choice than as an actual accent. I work for a radio trade association and people are always saying, “Wow! I know you were in radio!” But I’ve never worked in front of a mike.
Considering my woeful lack of vocal training, I am a pretty good jazz singer. My singing voice is comparable to Johnny Hartman’s (i.e. similar to Sinatra and Billy Eckstine but deeper and smoother).
Live a Lush Life
Da Chef