Yes, that’s my voice

From the time I was little I remember singing. It was something on my mother’s side of the family that happened whenever we gathered together.

My grandmother

My grandmother had a beautiful soprano voice, and she loved to sing hymns whether she was cooking or hanging clothes on the line.

My Uncle

My uncle could out-sing a grand piano with his strong, operatic baritone. His brother could hold his own singing as well.

My mother was a fine alto as were her sisters. Most of my cousins all have varying degrees of singing skills. It’s a family thing.

I’ve always had a good voice which led me to performances in choir and musicals. I love to say I got my voice from my grandmother. After all we do have the same first name!

Now I’m using my voice in a different way by attempting to break into voice-over (VO). My speaking voice when I’ve done readings has always received favorable comments on my sound, tempo, and quality. I feel much of it comes from years of stage plays.

Rehearsing The Fantastics with Marty

I liked acting, and did it a lot in school and after in local community productions.

When I was just out of school I started doing commercials for local radio. It was a blast. The funny part was when someone would say they heard a commercial that sounded like me. I would ask what was it for and then confirm “Yes, that was my voice.” After a while family and friend would listen for me then tell me they heard me.

Years ago in the local malls (which hardly anyone wants to go to now) they had these mini studios where you could go and record yourself. I went in, found the background music for Patsy Cline’s “Crazy” and did a recording. I picked it not because I was a big country music fan, but because I knew all the words. I didn’t try to sound like her, or to try to sound country, but just be myself singing a simple song. Well, we were having a party and I played it. My neighbor, Ed, asked me who it was. I told him and he said “That’s you?”

“Yes, that’s my voice.”

VO Sound booth

I’m looking for referrals for VO jobs so let me know if I can bring my voice to your project.

I work in a zero sound floor home studio that I use to record, edit and deliver professional quality Wav or mP3 files. Let’s work together.

Cheers!

-N

 

Feeling crazy young

I just had the absolute best time. My nephew is painting my house, he’s a pro. Yeah he’s getting paid. Anyway, his daughter, my so extremely cool niece Trinity and her buddy Casey came by. They live just down the road so the girls walked over to ride back with my nephew Kris.

I turned on the music (of course) and I began doing my aunt duty by giving them lessons in wine tasting, mind you no one underage drank anything, but I showed them the finer point of wine tasting. Using a Malibu red blend I demonstrated what to do and what to look for. They took to it like the pros I expected from them. Trinity is related to me, and Casey is her friend so is awesome by association.

We talked, pretending to be grown ups as I described varietals and the best year for red grapes. We made fun of people who drank fruity wines and sweet Rieslings, you know the routine.

It is my duty to help.

Then we went into my office and Trinity saw the books were being packed up and my laptop open. This girl knows me well. We started talking about my writing and what they had happening in their lives. Such cute girls. These are the girls I did the Cupid Shuffle with at my nephews graduation party, but I digress.

I said, “Listen to this song,” and I played Walk Away by Kelly Clarkson, then Try Me by Jason Derulo. Then I played…House Party by Sam Hunt. There was excessive teenage girl squealing and then the three of us proceeded to sing at the top of our lungs and dance like it was a Hollywood dance club! We were laughing and singing and dancing and the years between us were gone.

God that was fun!

I think this needs to happen very often.

Cheers!

-N

 

 

Sitting here

Yes I am sitting here trying to figure out what to write.

This weekend is coming quickly and there are multiple things requiring my attention. Some I am ready for and some I would prefer not to deal with. The last minute to-do’s before Chuck has to fly back to ND on Sunday to start his two week stint (not ready), our neighbor’s son is getting his engineering degree from the University of Arizona so they are partying Saturday night (woo hoo), and my wee girl Melissa will be joining me Monday for the holidays (so ready for that!)

I’m trying to decide if I want a part time job. I tend toward being a recluse if I don’t have something that will make me get out of the house and interact people so a job will have two-fold advantages. Extra money to offer the retirement gods and forceing me out of my comfy cocoon at home. Both of these will be improvements.

One thing that I am really going to miss this year is singing “Mary, Did You Know?” with my friend Danny Dunning. It was a tradition for us at the church we used to both attend. He is one of those people I have total confidence singing with. I never worried about him carrying his part and our instincts singing together made it so fun. Another great thing was we had no resonance when we sang together so our blend was very smooth. We are both pretty good singers also. Mary did you know pic

Singing is a family gift. My mother’s family, for the most part, are good singers. We grew up in acapella church services which tends to give you an ear for harmony parts. I have a strong voice and this led me to choir and musical theater in high school. If you heard me speak you would think I was an alto but my singing voice is a soprano. Singing low strains my voice. I can’t hit the lyric soprano high C and D but my range tops out a few notes below that around an F and G.

I’ve always wanted to sing with a combo. Me singing Ella Fitzgerald and Billie Holliday with a back up combo of piano, drums and sax with some guitar in there and just sit down and sing for hours. I would love to back up someone doing that as well since I really love to harmonize and I’m good at it. To be a Diana Krall or Jane Monheit, that would be a dream.

Dreams.

-N