Mark Johnson Voiceover Demo
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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This is Mark Johnson, and this is my demo from the book Blow, the man down the galley of a ship swayed gently from side to side, and the air was thick with the smoke of tobacco and hip and close with body odor. A humid seabreeze entering through open portals stirred the air like stew in a cauldron, quivering the flames of the candles placed about the galley. I became aware that I was sawing at a fiddle, creating a choppy, squawking melody that I sang along with his winter black baller is clear of the land to my way. Hey, blow the man down our boatswain and gives us the word of command. Give me some time to blow the man down. The lyrics were odd and unfamiliar, yet they rolled off my tongue easily. Around the room was strewn, heavily bearded men, some wearing tricorn hats, each holding large tankards of liquid that's lost onto the floor. Is they swayed in time with the song. They wore strange clothes, some with gaudy striped pants and sashes, others with bright red military jackets stained and filthy. The candlelight glinted off the middle of the sword's scabbard, size and muskets hanging from their belts. One pirate approached me, peering into my face, our noses nearly touching. He wore a huge black beard that was festooned with multi colored beads and ribbons. His drooping moustache was covered in white foam, no doubt collected from his tankard of ale. Late again, mate, he hissed. Gonna stop till I say or you be swimming with sharks? Sure, he sounded exactly like an animatronic villain from the Pirates of the Caribbean Ride at Disney World. But that's what my 20th century brain had to work with. I realized I'd stop sawing on The fiddle in the room had gone quiet as the boat suede, various metallic objects hanging from the low ceiling clank together. Sure, I'll play it again. I heard myself stammer. I generally play for tips, though. Can you help a brother out the pirate grass, my shoulder with a thick, hairy hand, each finger crowded with gold and silver rings. I hear a cheeky one ninja, he said. He glanced back at his shipmates and grin with brown teeth. He's a cheeky one, he bellowed with a booming laugh, eliciting a course of God falls from the others from the book doofus. Dad does Everest base camp. As the clanking bells approached, I was nearly moved to tears by the excitement of seeing riel kind of yaks in Nepal. They, on the other hand, couldn't have given a rat's. But about seeing May following 1/2 hour descent into a long gorge, we crossed yet another suspension bridge at the bottom and started back up into a pine forest. I found myself in unfamiliar territory near the front. The experience with the chopper had pumped me so full of adrenaline. I was worried that I might run out of steam if I didn't pace myself carefully. But it was difficult to hold back. I tried to carry on conversations, but the shock of watching the helicopter containing my wife drop off that cliff and disappear into the vast Himalayas was difficult to shake from. The how in the World podcast. This week's episode answers the question. How in the world does the poison Ivy plant make us so miserable? In which of the associated myths are actually true? You're listening to the how in the World podcast, where we unravel some of the planet's most perplexing questions in just about 10 minutes. Nope. We're not scientists or scholars. We're just normal people who like to figure things out. Sometimes inspiring, sometimes informative are topics are always fascinating. Hosted by me, Mark Johnson in my lovely wife. Me, Holly Johnson. We do the research so you don't have to. Ah, yes. We're finally getting around to my old nemesis, the Lex Luther, to my Superman, the evil villain that has been gleefully torturing me for more than 50 years. Poison ivy from the doofus Dad Podcast. This'll is the doofus Dad podcast where we explore the fairly dangerous and much maligned state of fatherhood in the 21st century. If what modern media tells us is true, then to know a dad is to know a doofus hosted by me. Mark Johnson, the most accomplished doofus of all. On today's episode, I'll explain why Jaws is the greatest Dad movie of my generation. One of the appealing aspects of living in the modern age of Western entertainment is one a particular film TV show or song becomes woven into your life. I don't mean it's simply something you recall from your past. I mean, it actively exists within your personal timeline from the formidable years onward, contributing a little something to who you are in possibly skewing your DNA slightly for either the benefit or detriment of future generations. I'm sure you can think of an example as you listen to the Senate's. I bet you're thinking of something.