Why I chose Voiceovers instead of Eternal Torment

A decision that required only .02693 Milliseconds


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What’s your Line?

Joshua Alexander Animated

Mom always said I could be anything I wanted to be.

People choose all kinds of lines of work.  Some people choose voiceovers.  Some choose to ascend tall electrical poles for the thrill of the zap. Others construct buildings. Still others have a grisly affection for working in the sewers amidst darkness and, well, poop. (Side note: my toddler LOVES when I read "What is Poop?"  It's just a great word that can mean so many different things, kind of like covfefe!  I think they both have the same origin.) Anyway...some people choose to secure diplomas and certifications; and once they’re officially all educated and graduate at age 97, they can become a doctor.

And still others willingly enter into the painful fire and eternal torment that is called wedding videography, where happiness no longer exists and clients may just kill you with a hammer.  For some reason, I once upon a time chose the latter.  But finally, I chose the former.

For those of you who have been following my journey for some time now, you’ll know that I’ve written about this before in a previous blog about how I threw away $460,000 and shuttered my old business.  But it felt appropriate to write about it again.  Also it gives me more SEO traffic and hits.  Oh and because it’s also really cool to link to yourself.

Ultimately, with all kinds of work, there are inherent rewards.  If the rewards and benefits outweigh the risks and pitfalls, you remain intent on being employed there.  Conversely, if the risks and pitfalls outweigh the rewards and benefits, and you stay there anyway, then that means that you have at some point sniffed glue, and are in need of a cattle-prod to your head.

I was unfortunately part of the latter group at one point, and my emergency cattleprodectomy is scheduled for this coming Thursday.  I’m very excited to have it removed, as it will hopefully mean the end of drooling, and better decision-making overall.  Alas, yes, at one point I once chose wedding videography (which is Latin for career-that-systematically-erodes-your-will-to-live) because I was faced with either:

  1. unemployment and starvation, or
  2. being severely punished by snarling Bridezillas who have a taste for human videographer flesh.

For some strange reason the latter sounded exciting and adventurous at the time.  I will cite again sniffing glue as part of my reasoning process, because in retrospect I would rather have chosen poor and skinny.

As a young child, did I stare starry-eyed up at murals and hanging tapestries of valiant wedding videographers, pledging someday to be one of their ranks, even if it killed me?  Well no, because at that time I only wanted to be Optimus Prime.  You don’t aspire to become a wedding videographer when you’re five; your line of aspiration only extends to snack time and cartoons. Also no such murals tapestries ever existed. Also wedding videography blows.

What’s your line of work?  Do the rewards and benefits outweigh the risks and pitfalls for you?

Or is it the other way around, and you like to work in poop?


The Eskimo Wolf Hunters got me


"Wolf" by Moha' Al-Bastaki is licensed under CC BY-NC 2.0


I needed to eat.  I needed to survive.  So when there was food there to be had, I took it.  Little did I know that by continuing to eat their food, I was literally killing myself in the process.

Surely, you’ve heard of the Eskimo Wolf Hunters.  Your reply here should of course be: “I have heard, and don’t call me Shirley.”  The way the Eskimo Wolf Hunters hunt wolves is by using a blood-soaked knife, and planting it firmly in the ground, blade up.  The wolves, attracted by the scent of blood (aren’t we all) are lured in to this flavorful bait.  They unwittingly slit their own tongues as they lap at it incessantly, warming the blade, blood from their own sliced tongues now replacing the frozen blood on the blade, as they slowly bleed to death. Savage?  Yes.  Excellent allegory for my life-changing blog?  Surely.

In short, a sad, grisly tale that makes me weep for our precious canis lupus – our dearest Akela and Raksha. In short, I was the wolf who needed to eat, and fed on the upturned blade of wedding videography, smeared with the blood of previous videographers who were eaten by those snarling brides.  If you listen to the blade close enough, you can still hear their cries.  Was the blood sweet for a while?  Oh, it was mesmerizingly sweet!  I was making great money and becoming a success. But I was slowly killing myself, and I didn’t really know it.  Sort of like what happens when you listen to Rick Astley: you’ll just never recover, because he’s never gonna give you up. Consider yourself Rick-rolled.

In the end, as I lay there on my gurney, life ebbing away in the sordid ether of wedding videography, I had to make a choice.  Change my ways and live, or continue to be eternally bound to Rick Astley.  Surely I was now going to make the right choice.  Well: I did, thank you very much.  And stop calling me Shirley.


I am Voice Talent. Hear Me Roar.

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So, here I stand today, victoriously girded in my voiceover might.  My shield slung over my back, holding a flaming sword in one hand and a Sennheiser MKH416 in the other, I do battle daily.  Not against the wicked and depraved forces of brides and grooms, mind you (although they can be a vicious lot) but rather against penal bondage and mind-numbing slavery to an activity that wanted to bleed me dry: just like watching C-Span.

I LOVE what I do.  The only thing I love better than blogging about voiceovers, is performing voiceovers themselves. It’s a rich honor and a high privilege, kind of like when you were a kid and were asked to lick the beaters after mom made a fresh batch of molasses cookies.  Remember those days?  When you would violently hip-check your brothers and sisters out of the way and send them flying off into the stands as they, too, made their lumbering way to those delicious beaters, smeared with molasses remnants?  Heck, it beats licking upturned blades.

Voiceovers are a truly rewarding career.  Being chosen is a fantastic thing.  I’m chosen often, and so much the better: because each time I am, it reminds me that I’ve UN-chosen a career that was bent on my destruction.  I stopped sniffing that glue.  In fact, ceasing sniffing of glue is actually Step 3 in my WeddingVideographer-Anon group.  C’mon now, say it with me: “Hiiiiiiiii, Joshhhh….”

It’s been a fun journey here: four-score and two-hundred ninety-two years ago.  It’s felt like that long of an odyssey.  Think of it!  I had to work nearly every weekend of the year.  Yes, I got free food at the receptions (usually), but it was a lot of walking, carrying heavy gear, and following Mr. and Miss It’s-All-About-Me around all day, pointing a large camera at them which I would often pretend was a bazooka.  I think they were marginally annoyed by my pew-pew noises as I followed them around.

Then came the dreaded production, in which I was required to incorporate every narcissistic element I could cram into a 2-hour DVD production that hailed their glory and omnipotence as I bowed down in worship to their every whim.  And if I didn’t, oh boy would they run straight to Yelp: a name which rhymes with the friendly word "help", but is actually crafted by the Illuminati and upon further inspection is spelled “Y-HELL-P.”  After interpretation, it means “Help, my business is going to Hell.”  Yelp is where business reputations go to die, and a behind-the-scenes look will surely reveal that all of the perished businesses belong to those poor wedding videographers.

There came a glorious day when we no longer needed to do weddings.  We had stopped accepting clients because we no longer wanted the hassle.  But even more glorious, we shuttered the business because we literally no longer needed the income.  Take that, Miss It’s-All-About-Me!

Did I enjoy it for a while?  Sure.  I was successful and producing, and making a decent living.  But those days are over, and I’m a free man.  Free to produce countless voiceovers.  Free to be chosen. Free to work from the comfort of my home and be with my wife and kids on the weekends.  Free to do something I love: which is, of course, to lick molasses cookie beaters after a full day of voiceovers.

Thanks Mom.



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22 thoughts on “Why I chose Voiceovers instead of Eternal Torment”

  1. Yay to those literally sweet days of yore licking the cookie dough beaters! I was lucky that I only had one other sibling and mom could allow us each one beater. Of course, then we had the obligatory arguing over which one had more cookie dough on it before Mom, holding the beaters high up in the air (she was only 5′ feet tall, but that was about 40′ up for us little ones back then) put the quick kabosh on that by threatening that no one would get any cookie dough at all if we didn’t stop that right now. We took whichever one she gave to each because any cookie dough is better than none at all. Thanks for that delicious walk down memory lane, Josh!

  2. NO FREAKIN’ WAY!! My dad and I went the wedding videographer way too! hahahaha.

    I have to say though, I really enjoyed it, but oh wow was it hard work. You truly earn that money from the sweat of that brow and then some!

    Glad you are also free! haha

  3. Great stuff in here Josh! Thanks for the ideas! Going to plant a really sharp Tootsie pop on the front yard!* That will teach those darn kids to…
    “Hey! Stay off my lawn! Whippersnappers!”

    Great blog again Josh!

    *No kids were harmed in writing of this comment…yet.

  4. When I was young (back in the dark ages…) I worked at a function centre, serving food at wedding receptions. Tell you what, wedding receptions are gross. People at wedding receptions are gross. Brides and grooms can be really gross.

    Glad you got outta there!

    How good is the freedom of being a freelancer in a fun, creative field??? 🙂

    1. Right! Awful! Awful I say! They’re just so narcissistic and me-me-me-me. Sure, it was good food, and the being fed at the reception is the best part of the day for ANY wedding vendor. But….. gross gross gross!

  5. I was (I am) in the same situation now. I am trying to leave my DJ (wedding DJ) carreer right now.
    Actually I did not booked any other gigs and this year would have been my last year as a wedding DJ….but I have some bookings that have reschedulled because of the pandemic situation. Unfortunatelly some of them are to happen only in 2022. Hopefully ….2022 will be my last year as a wedding DJ.

    Great work with this blog Josh. I hope that you will find the time to continue your great work here!

    1. Keep on that journey, my friend. You can doooo eeeeeet! I am so glad that I have my nights and weekends back. And the enormous pressure to produce and perform CORRECTLY at EVERY moment of the time on site…eek! I performed, I rose to the challenge, sure…but if making sure to perform and rising to the challenge of weddings = guaranteed heart attack some day, SEE YA! Hope you can exit stage right sometime soon too…

  6. Pray for me, my friend. I linger in the dark realms of IT to this day. Have you ever watched The IT Crowd? It’s like that, except not interesting or funny. No hammer-wielding bridezillas though, so I guess I should be grateful. Nevertheless, I crave deliverance and I beseech thee to prostrate yourself before our Lord and entreat him to grant me the sweet peace of release.

  7. By the way, being older than you, I am undoubtedly out of touch, but you spoke about linking to yourself. I, um, am not sure what that means, but I am thinking you ought not to be talking about it in public.

    1. Hey, whenever I need to know what “cool” is, I just ask the kids down the street. I am no spring chicken, Mr. G – I’m right there with you. And you’re right! My apologies. Next time I’ll post it somewhere private like the Internet.

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