In 1970 a friend recorded me for the first time on his father’s new-fangled tape machine. It was a sunny afternoon and his father was installing patio doors – odd those memories. As his father introduced me to a new vocabulary that I will forever associate with glazing, Dave introduced me to my voice.
These days it is something I seek in my writing; back then it was something of an embarrassment. I was 12 and I squeaked. Really. These days I’ve dropped a tone or two, though when answering the phone the interrogative ending I use in my Hello (more Helloooo) means I am often mistaken for my wife. So it should be less embarrassing to hear my own voice. Hmm, I hope so because blogger and broadcaster Annette Rochelle Aben has had me as a guest on her talk radio show, The Magic Happens. We had a blast but, well, see what you think? I was often told I had the face for radio but, people, do I have the voice?
The Magic Happens (click below on the picture)