A Trip To The Beach With My Dad - Davey Blundell

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Re: A Trip To The Beach With My Dad - Davey Blundell

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sixret wrote: However, the voice is so “windy” at certain parts. I do not know how to describe it.
He probably had a few beers before recording, sixret.

Well done, Pete! I bet Rob's audiobook will be up soon - however a full length novel might take a tad longer! :D
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Re: A Trip To The Beach With My Dad - Davey Blundell

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Moonraker wrote:Well done, Pete! I bet Rob's audiobook will be up soon - however a full length novel might take a tad longer! :D
I really wouldn't bank on it being up soon! I genuinely hate the sound of my recorded voice. We'll see. If I can disguise it enough then maybe...with a good 'BBC' type accent. Also - doubt I will record the whole novel, lol...as its over 300 pages!!! :lol:
'Oh voice of Spring of Youth
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Sing on, sing on, and when the sun is gone
I'll warm me with your echoes
through the night.'

(E. Blyton, Sunday Times, 1951)



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Re: A Trip To The Beach With My Dad - Davey Blundell

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:D

Well - here's my attempt at a scene from The Last Summer. Hate my voice - think (in fact I know!) I'm mispronouncing 'Strychnine' but hey...! ;-)

https://clyp.it/n14f4l1n
'Oh voice of Spring of Youth
hearts mad delight,
Sing on, sing on, and when the sun is gone
I'll warm me with your echoes
through the night.'

(E. Blyton, Sunday Times, 1951)



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