Voice Acting For Kicks

It's fucking hard to perform a story. It'll make you hard, too. Reading the tale a few times to get the feel of the character. Deciding on suitable voices, and then speaking in them as if you've been speaking that way for your entire life. If the tale is first person (the "I"), it's not so bad. But when it's 3rd person you have to switch from one character to the next, and that can feel pretty strange. 

In the first person, I lose myself playing the incel. I forget that I, Rob, would cringe not only from behaving like this character but also from anyone who did. It fucks with me that I understand these insipid people as well as I do. I wonder if the grizzled detective feels the same way. But it also rules. I enjoy getting into people's heads no matter who they are. This practice only helps every art form. 

Performing in the third person cools me down inside. The Man Within gives me a baby hit because I'm doing something cool. Jumping from a human voice to a demonic voice to a dingbat voice and then back to the narrative. This takes an amazing amount of breath control. If I weren't a yogi, I might not be able to do it. The irregular oxygenation makes me dizzy in a fantastic way. I attain the viewpoint of schizophrenia. I'm this guy, then that guy--now who? When I'm done, I feel like I've been breathing nitrous through an electrobong.

Editing, I see how well I've performed. I'm probably as good at this as I ever was at guitar. I have that music background, so using cheap shit recording equipment is a fair breeze. A few days of refamiliarizing and I get my edit chops back like riding a bike. 

One video has done okay. The other two will catch up, but the one I have in queue I think will kick supreme amounts of plasmatic butt. I know it felt good, and it has multiple character voices. Reading out loud as often as I am will also help my book, and I think I finally see a good, polished finish to that as well. It has already helped my poetry enough for me to feel confident enough in submitting to a paying magazine. 

And oh yeah, I got to play GG Allin and Nyarlathotep. You'll see. That's enough nut fluffing for now. Dear reader, I extend you my sincere felicitations in the trust you will be blessed. 

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