Ben Dunne is the worst culprit. You know what I mean.
Doing his own radio ad, telling us how a trip to the Nora Dunne Gallery will lift our spirits, as we buy AARRT.
Then there’s Rory from Elephant Self-Storage and this morning I heard some bloke from the Irish School of Motoring. And they’re all doing their own radio ads.
It’s wrong. In these times of recession we should put a stop to this lest the underpaid, underworked voice-over artists find themselves scratching around like hobos.
If people who own their own businesses insist on doing their own voice-overs then I’m afraid we’re going to find ourselves in big trouble. I’ve done ‘normal’ people trying to record stuff. Trying to do a recording session with one of these people is a nightmare.
At least 20 takes to the 1 or 2 it would take a professional.
The only thing I can say is that at least this advertising isn’t effective. I mean, if I’m looking for self-storage I don’t know where to begin and for something to hang on my wall …
… oh.
Are they cutting in on you voice over-work Twenty?
The Ben Dunne ad wrecks my head though,its like Michael O’leary advertising a Techno Club,its just wrong.. or Dar O’Brian advertising pubs..eh
And the password is….. “CHEERS”
There is also that faux fuckin’ posh bitch for Discount Electrical on the radio.
Tom Dunne can shut the fuck up about that fuckin’ poor little girl in Africa too.
If it wasn’t my own radio I’d have fuckin’ smashed it off the wall by now.
There, I said it.
Hold on – I’ll bet there were dozens of professional voice-over artistes who would have been glad of a chance to record “The Arts Show critiques the Cowen paintings” – you’ll see them rummaging around in bins looking for food.
I love the ads Twink does and she talkin’ all posh.
I like Rory, though. Sounds like the kind of nice bloke that you’d have a cup of tea and a digestive with.
Maggot – I AM a professional. Can’t you tell?
Walter – yeah, that little girl in Africa. Everytime I hear him say “And she’s even back in school!”, I picture a pissed off kid who was enjoying all the free time being made wear a scratchy uniform and learning algebra.
See how sending money hurts them?
Holemaster beat me to the, “The password is ‘Cheers!’”
Some hotel out West, maybe the password these days is ‘Closed!’
You are author and genius – that is several rungs above mere “over-voicers”. One has to be realistic.
If things keep going the way they’re going, we’ll probabaly see a return of the Christmas Card type of ads that used to show up in the yuletide season on RTE.
Remember them? Usually a still picture of some jeweller’s in Athlone or something with a Holly graphic and a v/o wishing us all a very peaceful and prosperous…, etc.
Dervla Kirwan – what a star.
Where can I buy a Self-Storing Elephant?
Jack:In that Art Gallery up by the Mespil..
I’m not being pedantic or anything but isn’t the guy doing the ISM ad actualy an ad for the golden pages…. Like “we use the golden pages and get so much business from it” and so on
I’ve been to a few recordings and worked with copywriters and I can tell you when you hear the words “Ah sure I could write that and say it too” you die inside.
You stick to collecting bins and we’ll stick to telling people about you.
are you saying people who work in advertising and marketing know stuff?
Marketing? No.
Advertising is a different thing altogether but marketing cunts managed to fuck up the distinction. They are incompetent spoilt brats who spend their days telling professionals 20 years older than them how to do their job.
A visit to the Twenty Gallery has certainly lifted my spirits. Cheers, Twenty. Gizzajob.
“I’ve been to a few recordings and worked with copywriters and I can tell you when you hear the words “Ah sure I could write that and say it too” you die inside.”
I’ve had that from a former boss (website designer job); “Sure I could do your job”. He was a master of many disciplines, a veritable Renaissance man indeed!
Once a photo from some product launch needed to be sent to Business Plus for a feature in their print edition. Renaissance man genius boss takes care of it – he takes the picture from the website – pixelatted mess appears in magazine. “But it looks fine on my screen” he complains. I then have to sit down and explain to him the difference between screen resolution and print resolution in digital images – in words of one syllable.
“Remember them? Usually a still picture of some jeweller’s in Athlone or something with a Holly graphic and a v/o wishing us all a very peaceful and prosperous…, etc.”
As recently as the mid-90s there were some dire example of local business cinema adverts in provincial cinemas. I remember on – in Athlone in fact – an ad for a gym. Unfortunately like many of the other ads it was made in TV aspect ratio but shown in wide screen cinema aspect ratio so that all the “models” shown working out in the gym appeared to have arses half the width of a cinema screen (or my maybe they were a bunch of Westmeath mingers who actually did have huge arses)
FP, I have to do that explaining of near pixel/far away pixel with vacuous bitches every day of my life. Every Day of My Life.