Voice Over Therapy

Posted by Dale on Feb 23, 2009 in Voice Over

Rule number 34: The only person who understands the life of a voice over actor, is a voice over actor.

There comes a time in every VO’s life where the only person you can talk about VO is with another VO. And believe me, you will need to talk VO. But, no matter how long you’ve been married, together, around someone, if they don’t VO, then they don’t really know VO.

It’s like being home schooled. You just sit there learning from Mom, and if there’s no outlet with fellow students you become…well…home schooled.

A friend of mine once told me:

“The mind is like a dark alley way. A bad place to be alone.”

jo-talk1So too is the mind of VO actor. You have to make time to sit down over coffee, wine, pudding, whatever, to talk shop.
There’s enough examples of VO actors who don’t find the time to socialize and self therapize. They sit at home and stew over every moment of every read. They think of nothing but VO and tend to spiral down into actor self pity and/or self superiority.

These people tend to part conversations like Moses parting the Red Sea. We all know them and we all avoid them.

Telling your worries, problems, successes to a friend who is, say a Pharmacist, will get you pills not sympathy. (Most likely for treating neurosis.)

The need to vent about lack of auditions, bad agents, bad jobs, no work, is an important part of staying sane, with the most sympathetic ear always being someone who needs to do the same.

Open up conversation with a trusted VO friend and save yourself the therapist fee.

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It’s a Business

Posted by Dale on Feb 9, 2009 in Voice Over

I’ve been a professional Voice Over Actor/Artist

for the last 10 plus years. I spent the first few years perfecting my VO chops, literally, in one of the greatest cities on the planet, Chicago. A place, but for the 6 months of blue skin tinting winter, and 3 months of armpit sweat summer, could quite possibly be, in my biased mind, the most wonderful place to live in this place we call Earth.

It was in Chicago that I learned that, for my voice, the closer the microphone the better. How to talk across the mic to avoid plosives (Popping syllables from letters like P.), and that my job description is to Show up, Be a good person, Do my job as quick and professionally as possible, then Leave.

Chicago was also the place where I realized that Voice Over was a business.

I was hooked on the life of an Actor from the first moment I stepped on stage to deliver my lines as a white 16 year old pretending to be Japanese in “Teahouse of the August Moon” If Brando could do it why not my suburban soccer playing self? The only way I can describe how I felt the first time the audience laughed, is that it’s like the first time you catch a wave when surfing. It grabs you somewhere deep in your belly and connects you like a Lego to something that is far bigger then yourself and it triggers your brain to start thinking about how it can connect more legos, and if there is truly anything else worthwhile, except connecting Legos.


Living in South Austin, Texas, and then Stuart Dybek’s ever changing Pilsen neighborhood of Chicago, I felt my self growing as an artist, learning technique, and overall getting closer and closer to my inner artistic Lego connecting soul surfer. During that time I was also learning that this whole living thing tended to cost money. To others my 375 dollar a month apartment was a steal, to me a ridiculous obligation with no real return. Then there was the hard truth that Peanut Butter and Tortillas cost more when you don’t have roommates who buy them. What’s more all those acting classes cost as much as rent. Turns out my life as a budding artist had a direct reverse correlation with my income. I looked around at my brilliant artists friends and realized, They Don’t Make Money! Any Money! And Neither Do I!

It hit me, there is the Art of an Actor and there is the Business of the Actor and with out the Business, for the most part, the Art is Art for Arts sake. Conversely the Business without the Art is akin to a salesman without a product. It is, as in almost everything, all about the balance of the two in relationship to the specific artist.

With that I set out to educate myself. Earning a degree in Business from The College of Borders, a Marketing degree from Barnes and Nobel University, and, due to lack of interest and the prerequisite math, failed to finish a Finance degree from Amazon U.

After learning in my 5th year of College that you could test out of classes by reading the books and taking a test, receiving A credit for 3 units by studying for two days, I realized that learning on one’s own simply meant having the will and a book on how to. Add to that the amazing resources on the Internet and truly it is all there for the learning.

I’m still learning and unfortunately what I’m learning is that the learning can never stop. A business that ignores changing trends finds itself irrelevant. If Starbucks, McDonalds, and Coke can lose their way, (New Coke anyone?), so too can the Artist refusing to change, to reinvent their business plan, and learn about the prevailing trends.

Just a few years ago a headshot in color was a sign of someone who didn’t know what they were doing. Now color is a norm, and oft preferred.

Voice Over, like all Art, is a business, and as a business it is ever changing.


Just like a business, have a plan, research the market place, have a great product, be a good person and then leave.

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Doing What I Love

Posted by Dale on Feb 4, 2009 in Voice Over

At a friends college graduation party, her mother asked me what I was going to do with my life.I told her , “Be an Actor.” She smiled at me and said, “Yes, Yes, I know you’re going to be an Actor, but what about when you want to have a family? What do you want to do then?” “Be an Actor.” “Alright it’s great you want to be an actor, but when that doesn’t work, what then?” My eyebrows furrowed in misunderstanding, had she not heard me the first and second time? So like Peter on the shores of Galilee, I answered a third time. “Be an Actor.” Exasperated at her perceived refusal of me to understand her question, she changed tactics. “Well what is success?” Having never given though to that question before, I answered immediately, as if I’d been waiting my whole life to answer it. “Making a living doing what I love.”

That is now what I do.

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