My real voice is a lot like Darth Vader’s. This tends to frighten the animals a bit, so a pitch it up about an octave. There is a vague accent to it sometimes (when I’m lazy and not pronouncing my “r” sound correctly). My resonance tends to go from very forward projecting (Richard Burton) to very chest placed (late night DJ). When I want to fool around, I can do about fifty different accents/dialects and have about a three and a half octave range, so my voice can pretty well sound however I want it to.
If I looked as good as I can sound, I would be set. Unfortunately, I truly do have a face for radio (I think).
Okay, my voice is like a strong cup of hot chocolate with no marshmallows…rich, deep, and warming, and it makes the listener feel good right down to his or her toes.
My customers often say that I sound like a recording when I answer the phone (“Thank you for calling Earthlink-Mindspring, my name is Phouka, may I have your domain name.”) which leads me to believe that I have a relatively pleasant, evenly paced voice.
I get loud when I’m excited about something, and my Texas accent comes and goes. It’s mostly there when I’m very tired or when I want to disarm whoever I’m talking to.
I have to conciously pitch my voice lower, because on hearing myself on tape, I thought my voice was much too high pitched.
Thank you Jazzmine for pointing that out. I thought I had a pretty good description. I would say that following the same line my voice is the colour of absynthe (crystal clear in the bottle but emerald green in the glass, from an absynthe website)
with 20/20 to 20/25 vision. BTW, I miss you. You haven’t been around too much lately.
I sound how I feel. I’m not very good at hiding my emotion because my voice gives it away.
Therefore: My husband would say that most of the time I sound like a bitch, except in bed…then I sound like a goddess.
A woman needs four animals in her life: A mink in the closet, a Jaguar in the garage, a tiger in the bedroom, and an ass to pay for it all.
—Zsa Zsa Gabor
My voice has the unusual ability to be totally unheard even when I put some volume behind it. It happens sometimes just when I say something important and unrepeatable. Somehow the frequency perfectly blends into the surrounding noises (like traffic) and cannot be heard at all.
Apart from that, I have a New Zealand accent, and it’s medium-deep. A few board members have heard it - Coldfire, the lamented ChrisCTP, and MoosieGirl, amongst them.
Oh, and I do silly voices and a wide range of accents. Go on, ask me, I can do anything. Go on. Really, I can. Go on.
Okay, let’s take it from the top people. Handy can’t hear. Remember? That’s the point of this thread. Unless you have some kinda wonder .wav, you’re sort of missing the point of the OP.
“This is God, I want You!..To go to the corner store and pick up a six pack and a couple of scratch offs.”
For handy: Anybody I talk to on the phone that doesn’t know me, calls me mame. I don’t correct them and they find out when I give them my name they had the wrong gender for the last three minutes.
As you probably know, handy, you can feel the vibrations of a persons voice by placing your hands on the speakers throat and chest. What you feel is pretty much what it sounds like.
Besides, it’s probably the best excuse in the world to get friendly with your favorite cutie-pie.
Peace,
mangeorge
I only know two things;
I know what I need to know
And
I know what I want to know
Mangeorge, 2000
Does my voice sound booming to you? I’ve always wanted to be in radio. I want to be one of those morning zoo guys. I want to be one of those guys who, at any point in the conversation, can push a button and get a “badda buh-doing!”
Sorry. Local radio station plays that quote all the time.
I’ve been told many times I should be on the radio.
–Tim
We are the children of the Eighties. We are not the first “lost generation” nor today’s lost generation; in fact, we think we know just where we stand - or are discovering it as we speak.
