My mom was a ventriloquist and she always was throwing her voice. For ten years I thought the dog was telling me to kill my father.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My mom, dad, grandparents, we all do voices.
I do not speak through my characters; it's not a ventriloquist act.
It was my Mum who got me into singing properly - she knew I had to do something with my voice because she knew I was talented. She was the one who pushed me into joining a choir all those years ago, when I was about 12. I remember she told me to start with the choir and just see where it took me.
Our family was on the lunatic fringe. My mother was always completely irrepressible. My father made crowd noises into a microphone.
I wasn't actually trained by my mother, she said she never taught me but she was a great singer herself and I can't remember when I didn't listen to her sing and imitate her.
When I was 6, I opened my mouth and didn't stop singing. I had a voice and wanted to use it.
As soon as I could talk, I was bellowing at the top of my lungs. My parents couldn't get over how weird I sounded - like an old man when I was just a toddler! But no one was gonna shut me up.
My mother tried to teach me when I was a small child to sing but failed because of my inability to carry a tune.
I credit my singing to my mom because she didn't give me a binky when I was a baby. I cried and screamed for the first six months - my mom would say four years of my life - and I developed wonderful lungs.
I get my voice from my mother's side of the family. My mother and my grandmother both had strong voices.