I used to be a broadcast announcer. OK, OK, it was on Guam and in South Dakota.
@eponymoushipster, that was one of my voices about 20 years ago. Maybe even 10. I can still do “platinum-titanium blade with complex filigree basket hilt, sheathed in solid emerald, nestled in a bed of cream cashmere” if I gargle tea tree oil mouthwash, then sing hymns and carols or Andrea Bocelli on the way to the studio.
I started consciously training my voice at about age 12, after reading an article in Reader’s Digest about how having a whiny or nasal voice puts people off. I practiced.
To begin with, though, my grandfather read to me in a wonderful, expressive voice starting from the time I could sit on his lap with out sliding down too bad. He read to me for hours on the porch swing to keep me out from under my mother’s feet; I wish I had known then that he was my grandfather! Anyway, I started reading aloud at about 4. My 1st-grade teacher made me go sit in the hall and listen to the dumbest person in the class try to read aloud, because I spoiled the curve for the rest of them.
I wound up reading to him, too. Poor Curtis.
Teachers in the 2nd and 3rd and 4th grades at the elementary school on Ramey AFB, PR, allowed me to go read to younger classes while my class read aloud.
It was all great practice, sans accent — though a military raising is a great exposure to accents!
I’m really not good at radio announcing, not spontaneous enough. I need a script, so doing voice talent, or as they are finally acknowledging it, voice acting, is much better work for me. Lots more lucrative.
When people ask me how I got into voice work, I say, “Wanted to.” I am not sure I’d have wanted to if I didn’t know in my heart I had a great voice. I grinned, amazed, the first time I heard myself on tape through my Sennheiser lightweights (outstanding headphones that they may still make).