Fake announcer voice
You've heard it. Usually it's late at night, after all the really good radio announcers have gone home; but, if you live in a small town, the voice might be coming from the morning disc jockey, or "the drive home show" guy.
Diagnosis
Even for the casual listener, the fake announcer voice (or FAV) is easy to recognize. It's the voice that we all tolerate if it's advertising a gigantic going-out-of-business sale or a monster truck show, but that you couldn't possibly imagine hearing in everyday conversations about the opposite sex, or plans for the weekend.
Scenario — You're talking with a friend when all of the sudden he has an unexpected and sudden onset of fake announcer voice.
- GUY 1: So, uh... whatcha doin' tomorrow?
- GUY 2: (in fake announcer voice) I'll be visiting beautiful, scenic Tuktoyaktuk! Yes! Located just a stone's throw from the inviting shores of the enticing but deadly Arctic Ocean, Tuktoyaktuk offers a feast for the senses, from the Midnight Sun to the Northern Lights, from dogsledding to penguin-watching, yes, Tuktoyaktuk has it all. And this spectacular trip is all mine, courtesy of Tuk Tours! Total retail price of this getaway adventure: $1,298. Back to you, Guy.
- GUY 1: Uhm... okay. Listen, I promised Chris and Craig I'd meet them down at the music store. I'll see you later, okay? Thanks. Bye.
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Beautiful, scenic Tuktoyaktuk! (file info) |
| Vocal recording of script. |
Frightened? Me too. Hold me until the feeling passes.
Etiology
Medical researchers have studied fake announcer voice for years, but remain as perplexed by the origins of the illness as they are baffled by its persistent infection of the media.
One important study, which interviewed a number of elderly people sitting on the porch of a retirement home (located right next door to the research facility, conveniently enough, though they assure me that this in no way undermines the randomness of their population sample) yielded an interesting theory.
Many residents there strongly believed that beets aren't nearly as popular as they used to be way back when, in part due to the fact that they don't taste as nice. It's probably those new-fangled fertilizers they use these days, but it might also be due to some conspiracy from those nasty pinko commie enviro-farming bastards trying to replace good ol' fashioned American staple foods with crap like tofu. But then it may simply be symptomatic of growing dissatisfaction over the way that beet juice can irrevocably stain those summer whites, even if you pre-treat with stain remover and add a half-cup of bleach to your hot water.
Other residents just seemed extraordinarily lonely, and willing to talk to anyone about anything.
One of the social workers, who by some odd coincidence was quite knowledgeable about the history of radio broadcasting said that FAV all started with a guy named Howie Long, a stereo store owner who was too cheap to pay for a professional announcer to voice his commercial. Fortunately, the social worker was also quite knowledgeable about which patients were the least senile, and prodded one of them with his pen until he woke up to answer questions:
| “ | Zz. Zzzzz. Zt? Harrumpmhhh. Wha? Yes, Howie Long. I remember him. It was all downhill from there," lamented Ulysses Extraneous, 86. "Seems like a bunch of them amateur people got it in their foolish heads, 'Hey! I can do that!' And radio was never the same after that. Lawyers started trying to drum up their own business, and every other goddamn thing changed, too. Jeezus! Young people these days don't even know what a clarinet looks like! It's a goddamn shame, I tell ya. UHHHHH! NO! You bastard! Get that goddamn needle away from my ass! Uhhhhnmmmm." | ” |
Treatment
Sadly, there is no cure for fake announcer voice. The good news is that it is not easily transmittable. Most are able to safely ingest the fake announcer voice in moderate amounts without any ill effects. However, long-term exposure has not been thoroughly tested, and the US Federal Communications Commission has circulated memos to industry employees warning them to avoid extended proximity unless absolutely necessary.
Obviously, this isn't feasible for radio disc jockeys, and a number of field studies have examined how on-air personalities cope with exposure, and successfully ward off contracting the illness.
Some of the most successful announcers cite criticism and ridicule of "the voice" as effective deterrents. To that end, many seasoned pros and a number of talented amateurs can also do a dead-on mocking impression of the fake announcer voice.
Some of the most daring double-dog dare-you daredevils even have a secret alter-ego fake radio personality— and one anonymous former-announcer has agreed to provide examples of his own character, Daryl Dipstick. While he's only a simulation, he also serves as a textbook example of seriously ill carrier of FAV.
Case Example
| “ | Good morning! Daryl Dipstick here with you at 9 minutes after the big hour of 8 o'clock, here on WTF, and playing all your favourites from the 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s, 90s, and today.
"You're tuned in to the Daryl Dipstick Morning Show. I'm, of course, your host, Daryl Dipstick. And I'd like to remind you to sign up for the Daryl Dipstick Loyal Listeners Club. Just write, fax, or email your name, address, phone number, date of birth, and a recent picture of yourself to me here at the big show, and you might get a call at home on your birthday, and, if it's a nice picture, who knows what could happen? Things could get hot! "Speaking of which, it's a balmy 29 degrees Celsius, that's 85 Fahrenheit, and we're in the middle of another A to Z weekend here on WWTF. Up next, Gordon Lightfoot, Loverboy and Luba, after these messages. |
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Daryl Dipstick Morning Show (file info) |
| Vocal recording of script. |
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BONUS TRACK: "Middle-Aged Suburban White Guy Rap" (file info) |
| A (c)rap song featuring "DJ" Daryl Dipstick & Dweebus. |
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