Voiceover Annoyances
Or: SHUT UP!
In late summer of this year Andy bought a VW bug. This is relevant because suddenly I had my own car again and the radio stations were tuned not just to NPR and Jazz. Every day I listen to crazy pop stations, you know, just to keep up with what is grooving the kids these days, and there is this guy who is being hired to record, like, 6,000 commercial voiceovers.
His claim to fame seems to be an almost “surfer dude” bored drawl, and he slurrs half the things he says and he gets right up under my skin like sand and lemon juice. It’s gotten so bad that I have to turn the radio off the second I hear his voice or I start yelling at my car radio.
It pisses me off that this guy is getting money for saying things when he obviously has ZERO saying skills.
In many ways, voiceovering is the perfect job. It pays rediculous amounts of money and often involves only two or three hours in a sound booth. You can wear jeans (although I do suggest you dress up unless you’re established), record, and then watch the money roll in. Many a lucky actor has earned the bulk of their early retirement funds from voiceovers.
Which is why it upsets me that all the jobs in town are apparently going to this poorly-spoken twat.
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