George McGovern

I’m not going to make the political a topic here very often, but I wanted to talk about a politician for a moment. George McGovern, (Photo Courtesy of Wikipedia.com.)

George McGovern is one of the last of a dying breed of WWII veterans who served our country in the face of tremendous fear and obstacles. And my mark of a man is one who does it even though he’s scared. That describes Mr. McGovern. He flew his missions in a B-24 and was decorated for bravery. He’s in hospice now, his days on this planet nearly done. And regardless of your political leanings, please take a minute to pray for his immortal soul and give thanks for the service he rendered to his country in that battle long ago.

My salute and prayers go out to him this morning. Thank you, Senator.

The glamorous world of voice over work.

Part one of a series of five posts on voice over work.

(Disclaimer: I am not a regular in the studio. I do just enough work to allow me to take an extra vacation every year. Others may/will differ with my opinions and have different experiences in this field. You have been warned.)

Voice over is the magical world where somebody in an airless little studio transports the listener to a football game, a pool hall, the inside of a car driving down the highway, or any other location that the advertiser or author wants you to think the action is taking place. The actor must be able to perform this stunt without the use of any visuals. Nobody is going to see that clever look on your face or witness the sweeping hand gestures as you stand in front of the microphone. You have to convey it in your voice.

Not the studio microphone but it sure was handy for this photo.

I’m asked now and again how to break into the work, as it’s rumored to be quite lucrative. I usually answer that you shouldn’t bother trying. (I don’t need any more competition.) Unless you hit that magical upper tier you are not going to pay the mortgage with the income steam available in my market (Minneapolis.) If that discourages you and you say enough at that point it’s probably a good thing. The market is tough. Very tough. A small group of actors typically dominate any market. These are the men and women who have great voices with a wide range of styles and tone. They can do accents, technical reads, commercials, cartoons and dramatic plays. They are amazing actors in addition to having wonderful voices.

Still interested? Fair enough. Now for another dose of reality. You might only work two days a year if you don’t chase the dream really hard. But what about that huge cake that you make? Yes, it’s good money. I’ve done projects that paid over $1000.00 per hour. I’ve also done bits that paid a whopping $75.00. And they both took the same amount of time to record. It all depends on who’s hiring and how much they need your voice. If any old voice will do, you will not be seeing that big check.

If I haven’t lost you completely at this point let’s get serious about breaking in to the market. Start out by taking some acting lessons. You will want voice over lessons at some point, but let’s assume you have a “good” voice and you have the basic sound that is needed in the profession. You won’t get too darned far if you can’t act. This is the toughest kind of acting there is in my opinion. You have none of the tools that other actors have except your voice. They won’t see your lustrous hair, your curvy figure, your incredible wardrobe, or your animated hand gestures. Your dancing ability won’t be on display either (it just makes noise in the background of the recording.)

But acting isn’t what you want to do, you want to do commercials! Wrong. It is acting. So don’t bust the bank by flying to New York and trying to get into Juilliard. Find a community ed program or a local college with acting courses. There are a lot of programs out there that will be relatively inexpensive and give you a good start. Will the teacher be great? No way to tell. But unless they are horrible you will gain some insight into how good you are if you remain honest. Compare your skills to the other people in your class. If you’re in the bottom of the class you need to decide if you want to dedicate more time to the craft or take up woodworking.

I’ll continue this Wednesday. For now, if you’re interested, head to the nearest search engine and find an acting class. If you’re not interested I’ve got a video of tubas. That will be your reward for listening to me babble about voice over work. Enjoy.

Direct link to the tuba video

Happy Birthday, United States Navy

As most of you know I was a proud member of the U.S.N. from 1984-1989. Today is the Navy’s 237th birthday (Or, as they call it to this day in San Angelo, Texas, Kent Kraemer Day (you had to be there.)) I hereby submit a video selection about my beloved Canoe Club. I am so blessed to have served when I did and with my fellow sailors and marines. None finer. And friends to the day I die.


Anchors Aweigh

This one is for my jointly crazy brothers and sisters in “The Corps.” Love you guys. We are a team!

Joint video.

And, here’s a Hollywood perspective…Note how the generations change the perspective:


Old School


Fighter Jock version.

And, finally, the one the Navy can show with pride now that the rules have changed:

The reason so many joined…

Happy Birthday Navy Family. Be safe out, under, and next to that big old watery thing wherever you are. Come home safe (and get the bad guys first!)

Santa’s getting cranky.

I’m a little frustrated by my Facebook list of suggested friends. I live in five worlds (at least) on Facebook – schoolmates, Navy, work, writers, Santa, business associates. And I can’t get to many of them because of the incredible number of guys who are friends of other Santas. Yup, buried under a blizzard of white beards.

I’ve tried to get out from under that heap, but Facebook figures if I’m a friend with someone who is friends with 680 other guys who look like him and we have 15 mutual friends, I should be friends with all 680 of his friends and every single one of their friends who is a Santa. Mind you I like Santa. I know many fine gentlemen who are Santa. But I’m not Santa 24×7. Besides, all of their charming anecdotes are the same as mine. It’s a small universe in many ways and our common experience is mighty common indeed. I hope that any of you who read this and have tried to “friend” me now understand my reluctance to add even one more bearded fat guy to my roster. I live with a bearded fat guy all the time – I need a break!

I pine for Facebook to give me a shot at Boolean limiting of the candidate pool. One simple “not Santa” statement in the engine would make me very happy. Alas, it is not to be seen. (and if it is, leave me the info in a comment. I won’t publish it but you will get a special bonus for sparing me from the deluge of jingling bells.)

In the meantime, I submit another whiny Santa for your enjoyment. But I also leave you with the question: are you Santa for someone?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kl4zzlPpwGo