{"id":624,"date":"2016-04-26T07:00:40","date_gmt":"2016-04-26T11:00:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=624"},"modified":"2016-04-26T14:47:21","modified_gmt":"2016-04-26T18:47:21","slug":"v-voices","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=624","title":{"rendered":"V: Voices (WR)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><b>Voices &#8211;<a href=\"http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/04\/V.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-492\" src=\"http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/04\/V.jpg\" alt=\"V\" width=\"116\" height=\"116\" srcset=\"http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/04\/V.jpg 200w, http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/04\/V-150x150.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 116px) 100vw, 116px\" \/><\/a> <span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\">Are you making fun of me? <\/span><\/b><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I grew up with an ear for music. I could hear a tune and then figure out the notes on the piano in our house. I even taught myself how to play the harmonica by just hearing songs. You can read about that in this blog entry here: <\/span><a href=\"http:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=68\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">http:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=68<\/span><\/a><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">. In Junior High School, I played the trumpet. I took my trumpet home the first day and figured out how to play a musical scale on it before I even had my first lesson. \u00a0I\u2019ve always liked to figure out harmonies to songs\u00a0when singing with other people. Having an ear for music has helped me a lot as a musician.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/04\/ear-for-music.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-628\" src=\"http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/04\/ear-for-music.jpeg\" alt=\"ear for music\" width=\"231\" height=\"219\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I believe that it is my ear for music that also allows me to pick up other people\u2019s speech patterns and dialects. I can be talking to someone from another part of the state or country and before long I\u2019m talking using their accent rather than mine. I\u2019ve been to the National Storytelling Festival, a three-day event in Jonesborough, Tennessee, a few times. I would come home with a southern accent. It would take a couple of days for me to revert back to whatever accent I really have. I was encouraged by my wife\u2019s insistence that I \u201ccut it out\u201d. I wasn\u2019t even aware that I was talking differently. She is also quite aware when I\u2019ve been watching \u201cDr. Who\u201d or \u201cMurdoch Mysteries\u201d as I am not speaking normally when she comes home from work. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The same goes for foreign accents. <a href=\"http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/04\/Dialect-animals.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter  wp-image-626\" src=\"http:\/\/hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/04\/Dialect-animals.jpeg\" alt=\"Dialect animals\" width=\"149\" height=\"199\" \/><\/a>I was once called on the phone by a colleague\u2019s husband who had a very pronounced British accent. I answered him with exactly the same accent immediately. The worst case of adapting other\u2019s voices was at a meeting with an administrator in my district who stuttered. Within a few minutes, I was stuttering also. I wrote all about \u201cVoices\u201d \u00a0as it relates to storytelling in 2009, <\/span><a href=\"http:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=136\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">http:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=136<\/span><\/a><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">. <\/span><\/p>\n<p>If I think about it, I warn the person I\u2019m interacting with that I\u2019m not making fun of them, should I switch into their way of talking. In most cases I\u2019m not even aware that I\u2019m doing it. When I do become aware of my voice change, I try to control it.<\/p>\n<p>I have fun with voices. I switch them on and off even if I\u2019m not influenced by a person I\u2019m talking to. There are some dialects I can do better than others without being prompted. Our high school once asked me to be a dialect coach to some of their cast members for the play, \u201cThe Prime of Miss Jean Brody\u201d. And there are those dialects that I need to be with someone speaking for me to be able to do their accent. (I really have trouble with Australian.) I use voices a lot when I practice stories\u00a0so that I don\u2019t get bored with my own telling; sometimes using voices that I would never use in a real performance. I even switch accents sometimes when I\u2019m teaching, just to make sure students are listening (It does catch their attention). My brother-in-law likes to use dialects too at times when I\u2019m around, so we break into a Scottish or French or Canadian conversation just because we can.<\/p>\n<p>When I worked as a stock boy at J.C. Penneys for 6 months after I graduated college, I used voices all the time. I discovered this one day when a colleague, out of the blue, yelled out my name. I responded with \u201cWhat?\u201d His reply was \u201cThanks?\u201d When questioned, \u00a0\u201cWhat for?\u201d His answer was, \u201cI just wanted to hear what you really sound like.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I guess I forgot to warn him.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Voices &#8211; Are you making fun of me? I grew up with an ear for music. I could hear a tune and then figure out the notes on the piano in our house. 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