A Wednesday in Harlesden

10-15-2008

London is cultured. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Above is an example of such culture. You're in a crowded Tube car. You can't move and the only thing that's going to keep you from tumbling onto the blokes around you is the handrail above your head. As you reach to grab on, you notice the above poem by Robert Graves.

She tells her love while half asleep,

   In the Dark hours,

       With half-words whispered low:

As Earth stirs in her winter sleep

    And puts out grass and flowers

         Despite the snow,

         Despite the falling snow.

The excitement at Life today was that I got to work with a professional to voice an ad. This was a great change of pace from working with small business owners who really don't know how to deliver a voiced radio ad. No offense too them, but they should leave it to the professionals. Like Adam here. He's narrated documentaries and voiced plenty of adverts, including one for Mc Donald's, which he assured me was only done because it was good money. 

After working with him throughout the morning I came to find out that this voicing ads thing is just a side gig. He's an actor. A damn good one at that. I know because after putting the pieces together I came to realize that he played the fairy leader in A Midsummer Night's Dream when I saw it at the globe (see a day at the Globe post). Bottom line, Adam was super cool and down to earth and didn't seem to mind a star struck Wisconsin kid asking him tons of questions about his career.