4/17 - UPDATE - Apparently some PC-users can't see the video here - not sure why, but you can find it on YouTube by searching "Antonio and the Pasta Contest" - or you can watch it here also...enjoy!
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Jingle all the way...
Here's some jingles I did recently. The rock one was especially fun as it's the closest I've ever come to imagining I was a rock star (the client wanted a Van Morrison sound-alike). Even though it was for a casino commercial and not for a stadium of my adoring fans - STILL cool! ; )
Return of the VoiceBoy
I'm BACK, BAYBAY! (think George Costanza)
It's been forever since I posted anything to this account, but I'm really focusing on doing more voice over work now so I thought I'd test out Blogger's capabilities. I just learned you can actually upload content here, so I am posting my demo for any and all to hear.
Eventually I'll create a new blog just with my voice over work solely for business purposes but this is just to try it out...
So for anyone curious as to what kinds of voices I can do, enjoy.
Also, I've now added a couple more spots below - one being the Ah-Nold one from the radio station morning shows I did, and the other is my favorite character of all the ones I've created for various commercials so far...
See ya!
CJ
OK, so HERE'S the Ah-Nold I promised a long time ago..
This came about when I called in to Peak 95.1's morning show back when I was living in CO Springs - they asked listeners to call in with their best impressions of Arnold Schwarzenegger, (at the time, Arnold was the newly elected Governator of CA). They had listeners call in to vote for the best one, and I won the contest.
This then led to them asking me to call in occasionally just to do impromptu "chats" with them as the Governator. It was a blast doing it. None of this was scripted, so I didn't always come up with the perfect line, but for what it was, I think it turned out pretty well and was fun to do and a good test of my improv abilities...!
Mr. Know-It-All
This is a fun character I created called Mr. Know-It-All. He turned out to be so popular with car dealerships across several states that I ended up doing about 100-150 different spots as him (for about 60 different clients) over a period of a couple of years (some of them may have even aired in your neck of the woods!).
This particular ad was my favorite one, as it was well-written and had some fun interaction with another voice actor...
Friday, June 02, 2006
Me as Ah-nold on Peak 95.1 a while back
For your listening pleasure, I'm posting the MP3 of a couple of times I was on the radio here locally as Ah-nold "the Governator" back when he was elected as the governer of California. They had a contest one morning when I was driving to work on who could call in and sound the most like him, so I called in and won the contest, then they had me call in every few weeks for a while to check in and do "exclusive" interviews with them. I didn't get copies of all of it but what I did get is pretty fun stuff. So enjoy...
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
The perils of being an 'Underwear Guy'...
My very fun two-and-a-half year old, Caden, seems to enjoy the utter silly-ness of his daddy's sense of humor.
Recently, as I was getting ready in the morning, and I was about to get Caden dressed, he commented that I was only wearing underwear, just as he was. I said "That's right, buddy. I guess that makes us 'Underwear Guys', huh?!" For some reason, he loved this idea. In his mind, maybe that's along the lines of superheroes such as Batman, Superman, and Spiderman, that he's so fond of (without having ever seen any such shows or movies, mind you - clearly it's an innate ability of men to enjoy superheroes, even from a very young age!)
So he began every morning to parade into our room in his undies, and when he happens to find daddy also not yet fully dressed, he'll gleefully exclaim "Daddy, we're Underwear Guys!", as if someone, somewhere is just waiting for us to spring into action! 'Oh, no, Sally! I've run out of clean underwear.' 'Never fear, the UNDERWEAR GUYS are here!" Or ...something.
So one night after his bath a few weeks ago, we asked Caden to go get his jammies and his underwear, so we could help him get dressed for bed. Well, he came in with his underwear, and I, being in quite the silly mood, decided to make my son laugh by taking his undies from him and proceeding to place them on top of my head. (I'm convinced this is a silly dad instinct)
He then of course cracked up and found this hilarious.
My wife, however, seemed to find this way more funny than she typically does such stunts of mine. And she appeared to be fixated to the top of my head, where some sort of silly underwear (the Incredibles, Thomas the Train, C-SPAN, who knows?) was perched on my noggin. As she also seemed to be having trouble breathing, I asked her why she found this so amusing. Between trying to catch a few breaths, she managed to wheeze out "Caden....where...did....you get...those underwear from?!"
At this point I began to feel a bit of alarm.
"From there!" Caden exclaimed, pointing, to my horror, at the hamper outside our laundry room, and NOT, I repeat, NOT his bedroom dresser.
This was about the time I looked at my wife and said "this underwear is dirty, isn't it?" My wife gleefully nodded while simultaneously shrieking with laughter, tears now streaming down her cheeks.
Thus I swiftly extricated the aforementioned cotton briefs from my cranial area. And sure enough, they were soiled. Not just dirty, mind you, but more along the lines of something from a diaper. Let's just say that using the word thick would not exactly be stretching the truth. You see, Caden at this time was in the middle of being potty-trained, so the whole wiping thing was not yet a skill in his repertoire.
After having snatched the vile undies from my head, I then went through the emergency-checking-for-poop-on-your-head-in-the-mirror-while-your-family-can't-breathe-from-laughing-so-hard-dance. You know the one.
So this is why I warn all current and future fathers out there that there are indeed perils in serving as an underwear guy.
Maybe this makes me the Johnny Cochran of daddy-dom, but here's my new slogan for when such duty calls:
If it's white, it's quite all right
But if it's brown, put the darn thing down!
Recently, as I was getting ready in the morning, and I was about to get Caden dressed, he commented that I was only wearing underwear, just as he was. I said "That's right, buddy. I guess that makes us 'Underwear Guys', huh?!" For some reason, he loved this idea. In his mind, maybe that's along the lines of superheroes such as Batman, Superman, and Spiderman, that he's so fond of (without having ever seen any such shows or movies, mind you - clearly it's an innate ability of men to enjoy superheroes, even from a very young age!)
So he began every morning to parade into our room in his undies, and when he happens to find daddy also not yet fully dressed, he'll gleefully exclaim "Daddy, we're Underwear Guys!", as if someone, somewhere is just waiting for us to spring into action! 'Oh, no, Sally! I've run out of clean underwear.' 'Never fear, the UNDERWEAR GUYS are here!" Or ...something.
So one night after his bath a few weeks ago, we asked Caden to go get his jammies and his underwear, so we could help him get dressed for bed. Well, he came in with his underwear, and I, being in quite the silly mood, decided to make my son laugh by taking his undies from him and proceeding to place them on top of my head. (I'm convinced this is a silly dad instinct)
He then of course cracked up and found this hilarious.
My wife, however, seemed to find this way more funny than she typically does such stunts of mine. And she appeared to be fixated to the top of my head, where some sort of silly underwear (the Incredibles, Thomas the Train, C-SPAN, who knows?) was perched on my noggin. As she also seemed to be having trouble breathing, I asked her why she found this so amusing. Between trying to catch a few breaths, she managed to wheeze out "Caden....where...did....you get...those underwear from?!"
At this point I began to feel a bit of alarm.
"From there!" Caden exclaimed, pointing, to my horror, at the hamper outside our laundry room, and NOT, I repeat, NOT his bedroom dresser.
This was about the time I looked at my wife and said "this underwear is dirty, isn't it?" My wife gleefully nodded while simultaneously shrieking with laughter, tears now streaming down her cheeks.
Thus I swiftly extricated the aforementioned cotton briefs from my cranial area. And sure enough, they were soiled. Not just dirty, mind you, but more along the lines of something from a diaper. Let's just say that using the word thick would not exactly be stretching the truth. You see, Caden at this time was in the middle of being potty-trained, so the whole wiping thing was not yet a skill in his repertoire.
After having snatched the vile undies from my head, I then went through the emergency-checking-for-poop-on-your-head-in-the-mirror-while-your-family-can't-breathe-from-laughing-so-hard-dance. You know the one.
So this is why I warn all current and future fathers out there that there are indeed perils in serving as an underwear guy.
Maybe this makes me the Johnny Cochran of daddy-dom, but here's my new slogan for when such duty calls:
If it's white, it's quite all right
But if it's brown, put the darn thing down!
Don't say you haven't been warned.
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