Hey robots. Willing to take requests for vocaroo due to boredom. Also as some form of voice practice.
You have a nice voice. Try investing in a new mic, and putting a blanket over your head and mic while you record.
And thanks for sharing.
Any recs for a Mic? I hear the Yeti Blue's are supposed to be a good, reliable brand. Also I'm kinda giggling at the idea of being under a blanket when recording, but hey. Background noise a bitch
Blue yetis are very good. I got mine around 80 bucks in 2013, and it's been perfect since. I'd also reccomend looking into 'creating a soundbooth' if you're seriously interested in pursuing voice work, even as a hobby. You can do so for relatively cheap, and it's essentially just a little box that cancels out surrounding noise.
That would be -incredibly- useful. I live right on the roadside with loud-ass neighbours. If I could voice shit in peace, I'd be happy as anything.
I steamrolled right by 'em, but looking back this shit's informative. I'll do some hunting on mic and pre-amp tonight.
Ironically, I was fucking around with that for the vocaroo thread. Sorry about the FUCKIN TRAFFIC. One-take fun. Sorry if not sensual enough.
This thread continues to make my heart hurt a little bit at a time.
There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this, there is no catharsis; my punishment continues to elude me, and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself. No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.
Somewhere Bateman weeps at my mangling of this.
As someone who played that game through in a single sitting, that's high praise. Danke!
>You want someone to tell you just once in your life that you're actually worth something. You are, but you'll have to do something that makes you feel worthy.