Move over you Diva.
A few weeks ago I found myself in a recording studio. I was not singing you will be glad to hear. I was, in fact, recording the Audiobook for my collection of poetry ‘Chameleon Days’. It felt very exposing to be reading out my poems. As I was standing in the air- locked booth, headphones over my ears, it suddenly occurred to me that perhaps I should curb my dialect a little.
Also let me explain that in my opinion, unbiased of course! I believe that my voice can come across as perhaps a little shrill. However, luck was with me that day as I was just getting over a head cold and my voice miraculously sounded deeper and a little husky at times.
Spending hours speaking words I had written and listening to them reverberate in my head was an interesting experience. Needless to say, the constant talking – which some might say I should be used to, was more difficult than I had imagined.
As I said, I was in the latter stages of a head cold so as a consequence needed to take regular sips of water to lubricate the old tubes. This in itself caused a problem. The young technician informed me that the microphone was picking up my rumbling stomach sounds. He kindly pointed out that I would need to repeat part of the poems again. Of course, I happily obliged as I was beginning to feel like an important artist, a diva even; with the huge microphone in front of me and the over-sized headphones balancing on my small head. Although perhaps petite might be a better description.
My publisher from Globeflower Books who came along with me to the recording studio was a great support throughout the process – encouraging me with the tone and pace of reading.
It was genuinely a good experience. I am looking forward to listening to the audiobook although it may be a little disconcerting listening to my own voice.