Voice for Voice ©
By Michael Casey
I had some time to think about this piece as my pain levels
got in the way of my productivity, I did not want to say what I’ve said before,
so I check my files for any titles with similar words in. In this case Voice, and
then I had a quick scan before thinking about today’s talk. I am after all the
poor man’s Letter from America, I am the Postcard from Birmingham.
I have recorded 200 or so of my shorts, about 11 hours of
material, perfect for Radio or Teaching English as a 2nd Language,
Angel Investors do get in touch, or I’ll be too old and clapped out to enjoy
any money should any money materialise.
Now we all have a Voice, one we use
when we are Teaching or in Court, my sister in law is a Lawyer after all and
she does have 2 voices, the Formal and the Michael wait and I’ll give you your
third portion of pudding.
I myself have a Teacher’s voice which I use on occasion, such
as when children are about to have an accident because their lazy parents are
on the phone and not looking after them. If you have kids you must look after
them, but maybe I am old fashioned or just an older parent.
The Voice or the tone of voice you use can make a difference,
my girls tell me that I talk to Totoro our cat as if she were a small child,
even though she is a cat on a hot tin roof doing unspeakable things all night
long, without the benefit of disco music.
People, some people talk down to kids, and what do you want to
be when you grow up? As if the children are morons, my own girls just laugh
inwardly, most people talking down to them are only half as intelligent as they
are.
And when I grow up and am a Proctologist I’ll put you, you idiot, down
first on my list for an enema. Please do not talk down to kids, I have never
treated my girls as babies, so put that tone of voice in the dustbin, along
with the rubber gloves used to give you 2 enemas.
I hope I don’t sound like Kenny Everett’s Angry of Mayfair,
you can find his videos he was very very funny and sadly died of an AIDs
related illness. He had many silly silly voices, but I’m sure he would have
agreed with me it’ s when you switch your loud voice off and listen that is
when you give the humble their voice.
The meek and mild you may meet in the street or at a bus stop,
by listening to them you allow them to have their voice. They will go home
happy because they have had some human contact, they will tell their cat about
the nice man or girl they met on the bus and the words that they exchanged.
Sometimes life is like in The Boxer the S&G song, everybody needs somebody,
we all need to talk, to hear a comforting human voice.
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