― Tom, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Sean, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Melissa W, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― nathalie, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Richard Tunnicliffe, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Loop, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Pam has said more than once, however, that I should be a voice-over artist, though this might just've been during a period when we were thinking of jobs where I could work from home. We've got a microphone and everything. I was hoping to land the "What Lies Beneath"-trailer gig for DVD release, but appear to have just missed that one.
I have a tendency to slur, more pronounced since I split my head open on that light-fitting in the Cheshire Cheese the other night. Not to worry, eh?
― Michael Jones, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ally, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Arthur, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― anthony, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― stevo, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Billy Dods, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― DavidM, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― emil.y, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I'm 15, sitting at home watching TV with my mom. The phone rings. Woman says, "Is Robert there?" I say, "Sorry, you have the wrong number." Moments later, the phone rings again. Woman says, "I'm sorry, I just called a moment ago asking for Robert, but I found your voice so intriguing -- are you single?" I look at my mom, get all nervous and hang up. Seriously.
Please don't be one of those people who points out that a woman who calls back a wrong number to get a date is fundamentally insane to begin with, and therefore this says nothing about my voice. I don't like to think about that part. Let my ego be fed for once.
― Nitsuh, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― bnw, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Maria, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Nicole, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Josh, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
There, that's me. Don't know about the pitch; maybe the irritating childishness is because it's too high and varies too much, but then maybe the grumpiness is because it's too low, or that it doesn't vary enough. I really don't know. Sometimes I definitely seem to be whooping and squawking about three octaves above where any sane human would talk. Do I like my voice? Well, take a guess.
Oh yeah, I'm told I pronounce Ls really weirdly. This confuses me, as I can't imagine any possible regional variation in the pronunciation of Ls. Anyone...?
― Rebecca, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Damian, Friday, 21 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― chasimino, Saturday, 22 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Rebecca - snap! I'm sure I started doing it after I moved to Manchester. I just sounds so much nicer and I'm sticking with it.
I don't like my voice a whole lot. I talk too fast and on tape I sound like an FHM editor.
― Nick, Saturday, 22 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Other than that I hate my voice. It is nasal and monotone and distant, dismissive and arrogant. Also, despite growing up in a family that speaks with the false British accent that try hard posh people in Australia use, I sound uneducated, coarse and ocker.
I have no concept of pitch when I try to sing too.
Please note definition of ocker from Cambridge Dictionary of International English: a type of Australian who is not well educated and does not behave in a polite way. That's *exactly* how I sound! Better not to speak at all. I'll shut-up now.
― Tabs, Saturday, 22 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― dave q, Saturday, 22 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― DG, Saturday, 22 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Voice I hear when I speak = me like. Voice I hear played back to me from a tape or something = me no like.
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I know what you mean, although I've read this is quite common. Anyway, I'm not really too sure what to think of my voice since I've noticed it can change depending context/language. So normal voice: deep with nasal Amsterdam accents, when doing something important/official I've noticed my voice is softer and with a posher accent and my girlfriend is amazed that when I speak Spanish I do with a noticably higher voice. Go figure.
― Omar, Saturday, 22 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Pete, Monday, 24 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Emma, Monday, 24 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Will McKenzie, Monday, 24 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
i don't know i kind of like my voice but sometimes i think i sound kind of abrasive. but i'm a singer and can contort my voice kind of, so it has a lot of different sounds =P
― Surmounter, Wednesday, 13 February 2008 18:15 (seventeen years ago)
Diva != singer.
― libcrypt, Wednesday, 13 February 2008 18:16 (seventeen years ago)