{"id":655,"date":"2007-07-10T05:33:18","date_gmt":"2007-07-10T10:33:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php\/index.php\/2007\/06\/30\/20yat-voiceover\/"},"modified":"2007-10-05T09:37:38","modified_gmt":"2007-10-05T14:37:38","slug":"20yat-voiceover","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/?p=655","title":{"rendered":"It Was Twenty Years Ago Today, Part XLIX"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It was a scorching hot day; the kind of humid, stinking miasma that I&#8217;ve always hated.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>It was Friday, July 10, 1987.\u00a0 I&#8217;d been out of work for four months.<\/p>\n<p>And by &#8220;out of work&#8221;, I mean &#8220;working, here and there.\u00a0 My fixed bills &#8211; rent, phone, car insurance, groceries &#8211; came to right around $300 a month.\u00a0 I&#8217;d usually tack on $50 or so more in job-hunting expenses, most of it in long-distance phone calls and postage for sending out audition tapes to radio stations.\u00a0 I&#8217;d worked through the list of <em>every <\/em>talk station in the country in markets larger than about 100,000 people, called almost all of them, and by this point sent out probably 100 audition tapes.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>I supported myself &#8211; in no &#8220;style&#8221; whatsoever &#8211; by writing free-lance articles for various Saint Paul neighborhood newspapers which, while they didn&#8217;t have the stature of the Pioneer Press or the Strib, had a couple of crucial benefits:<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>They paid as well as or better for freelance piece work than the daillies or either of the marquee weeklies, the <em>City Pages <\/em>and the <em>Twin Cities Reader<\/em><\/li>\n<li>They were non-union.\u00a0 I remember my first and last meeting with an editor at the Pioneer Press; &#8220;This is very good stuff.\u00a0 But the Guild would put my n*ts in a vise if I bought non-union work&#8221;.\u00a0<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>And along the way, I pitched myself to the various &#8220;talent agents&#8221; around the cities, looking for voiceover work.\u00a0 As the saying went, I&#8217;m not a model, but I played one on the radio.<\/p>\n<p>Today, I got a call.\u00a0 A woman at an agency in Golden Valley had an odd need.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I see on your resume you do Commonwealth accent work.\u00a0 Can you do Canadian?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Now, growing up in North Dakota you heard the odd Canadian voice.\u00a0 Indeed, I&#8217;d grown up around a lot of &#8217;em &#8211; since we didn&#8217;t get Public Radio in Jamestown until I was into college, my mom kept the family radio pretty much welded to CBW in Winnipeg, the region&#8217;s CBC affiliate, and a station that sounded, then as now, like NPR with funny vowels.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>For a split second I thought &#8211; &#8220;<em>In the whole Twin Cities voiceover market, you can&#8217;t find an actual Canadian?<\/em>&#8221;\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>But I silenced that thought.\u00a0 &#8220;Sure&#8221;, I said, switching slyly into my most exaggerated Mountie brogue, &#8220;I&#8217;ll see aboot fitting the job into my shshedule&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;OK, we need you at the studio now.\u00a0 Now now now&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>So I raced out to the jeep, drove across town to a studio in Edina, and spent the next four hours doing an industrial training video for a Canadian branch of\u00a0a Minnesota company.\u00a0 The four hours&#8217; work, at the non-union\u00a0$75 an hour scale, paid just about a month&#8217;s worth of bills, even after my agent took her 10%.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>I think I might have worn a red flannel lumberjack shirt to get into character, but I can&#8217;t confirm that.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It was a scorching hot day; the kind of humid, stinking miasma that I&#8217;ve always hated.\u00a0 It was Friday, July 10, 1987.\u00a0 I&#8217;d been out of work for four months. 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