Listening to the audio of This is Emo made me not like the memoir. When I read it I could grasp some aspects of the story but when I listened to it I was not into it at all. His voice was so annoying, like someone with a stuffed nose. I could not concentrate on what he was saying because I was to busy listening to his voice and its ability to make me almost pull out my hair. I kept looking to see ho far along it was. “Was it almost done?” Nope. The diction when reading the memoir was much funnier than when he read it. Along with the voice, his diction just did not seem to fit. A person with that voice just can not fit his choice of foul words. The fact that his voice would rise and fall and the end of each sentence or even word got on my nerves as well. I lost track of what he was talking about because I was to busy trying to figure out how someone could talk like that.
The one good thing about listening to it was that some sentences I did not understand when reading it made sense when he said them out loud. When he talked about being thin, or rich, or the lead singer of a band it was better in audio. The breaths or breaks in his voice also helped to realize how he intended that sentence or word to be.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
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