"You have a Nice Voice"
The title of this blog post is one of those “inside joke” kind of things. It’s not that I don’t want you in on the joke, but the story behind it is not mine, and if I retold it I could never do it justice. Maybe I’ll have Jeff guest blog on here someday and tell the story.
If I were to say to you, “Name the top 10 most distinctive voices you have ever heard.” Who would come to mind? I know the first on my list would be my mom. I know, I know, almost everyone can recognize their mom’s voice, but seriously — my mom has been in this country for over 50 years and her Japanese accent is still so thick you could cut it with a finely crafted Ginsu knife. (Don’t tell her I said that, by the way.)
There are celebrities that have voices that we immediately recognize: Ronald Reagan, Aretha Franklin, Mr. T, Jimmy Stewart, Homer Simpson, Ben Stein, Rod Stewart, Jerry Seinfeld, Jesse Jackson. Among some of the more annoying celebrity voices I would include: Fran Drescher, Jeff Foxworthy, Rosanne Barr, Joan Rivers, Woody Allen, top 40 radio station announcers, that obnoxious redhead on “The View” (Joyce something or other), pretty much anyone on “The View” past or present.
What’s my point? Awhile back some of my chatty blogger gal pals were discussing what they thought each other’s voices might sound like. Pretty much all of us said “loud” (shocking, I know). I’ve been told that I have a distinctive voice, not a pleasant voice mind you, a distinctive one. As a matter of fact, a couple of months ago I ran into someone I haven’t seen since high school (more than 20 years ago). I didn’t recognize them at first but they knew me right away; not by my face, but by my voice.
While I was writing a post for my sadly neglected other blog Stuff I Painted, I came across a short video clip with my voice on it. Click on the link to hear my voice. It’s like butta, I tell you. Like butta!
UDATE: By a show of hands, how many of you went to my other site and immediately clicked on the video without reading the blog post? Sherri, did I see your hand up? Come on, higher now. I can barely see you there standing behind your couch.
