Daniel Brown

Close your eyes and picture Billy West meets Jason Marsden meets Grey Delisle meets that weird sound you hear when you get hit in the face with a fly swatter, and then open your eyes and try to explain to yourself why you just wasted those few moments. Overly-dramatic, dramatic, bored, wiry, Irish, German, whatever. Sometimes I just sit here and listen to the noises coming out of the hole on my face.

Over the years I've lent my voice to my college radio DJ show on WKEY, guest spots on WCLH, and Flash movie voice-overs. I'm a recovering professional singer with an EP release (back in 1997), some public service announcements, and have vast experience with my PBX and voicemail. What has become my most distinguishing vocal characteristic in recent history is my ability to speak at the most inopportune times for my wife, such as when she needs to use the bathroom, when she's watching a favorite television show or trying to sleep, or when she's not listening (or even here) and I'm speaking aloud to myself (which is frequent). It can be fairly-stated that I have years upon years of experience in simultaneously being the vocal performer and audience, as the better part of my day is spent speaking only to myself, mixed with emitting unusual and inhuman noises at varying decibels and random intervals. I am an official product of my environment. I watch cartoons, documentaries, football, and have seen more commercials than anyone who works for Robert Murdoch's advertising agencies. List my equipment? I'm sorry, but if you're not at least going to *offer* dinner, I'm afraid I feel a little uncomfortable with your bold and forward manner. I have microphones and computers everywhere, digital audio editing, and a friend with sound and recording engineering schooling and experience available to my every whim, at my beck and call. He may not yet be aware of this, but I'm certain this will show up on Google and I can then send him to this link. I'm going to be a father later this year, and there is nothing better that has ever happened to any life form, real or imaginary, in this universe or another, this dimension or an alternate (parallel or otherwise), ever in the history of existence or its predecessor(s). And until my other children are on their way, it will remain as such. How quickly and easily all of the greatest accomplishments of my life have been outshined, and how little I'll bemoan the shadows.