Gritty, playful, weathered narrator

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Description

Recorded and lightly EQ'd at home studio.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Senior (55+)

Accents

North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US Western)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
My mother gave me the name Gabriel. She liked the image of an Arc Angel for a son and since I was born on September 29, the Holy Day of the Arc Angels, she figured it was an omen. She told me that my name meant Messenger of God. She always thought even before I was born that I was destined to be the family storyteller, the assigned village brio, the person whose duty it is to chronicle the generational narratives, to channel the ancestors voices. It took me a while to embrace this role. I learned early on that not everyone is keen to take in the stories you're trying to construct, you know, the old saying, don't shoot the messenger. Well that is actually my greatest fear that somebody someone will literally shoot me because they don't particularly care for the story I'm telling. I've carried this fantasy through to its final conclusion. I can envision the coroner's certificate cause of death telling stories. I guess it's a risk I have to take if I want to honor my birthright, it's my calling my geeky guy, as they say in Japanese. The story I'm being called on to narrate here is not really all that complicated Though. It does involve more than a few characters and events and spans two or three generations, but because it's essentially a journey, you can basically jump in at any time and still taste the rasa. The elemental juice of the story. One thing I've learned from storytelling is that all journey stories are triangulated, interconnected through the linked events intertwined through the related characters in the story. It doesn't matter where you start, you'll eventually wind up bringing everything and everyone relevant into the picture spinning the wheel here. I'll just start with that night in late summer, three years ago.