For many the holiday weekend was spent barbecuing, shooting off fireworks and gathering with friends and family. At my house we spent the time cleaning out the garage. I don’t want to get into politics here, but thanks to Sequestration our family’s income will be drastically cut and because of that we’re looking at downsizing. We hadn’t found anything we liked until a couple of weeks ago when we came upon a new development of patio homes that are about as close to what we were hoping to find as possible. Hence the cleaning. It’s time to get serious about trying to get the house ready to put on the market.
During the course of all this cleaning we found a duffel bag that contained our long lost video camera. Seriously, we’ve been looking for this thing for almost a decade now. The tapes we found along with the camera were pretty exciting to me as they were mostly from my summer in Beirut. But there was another tape that stirred up some serious emotion.
I mentioned in the comments on my last post that the five year anniversary of my dad’s passing had just happened last month. For quite a while we hung onto voice-mails that he had left, just so we could here his voice. But new phones and various mishaps led to all of those being deleted along the way and in short, I hadn’t heard his voice in probably three years. The discovery of the video camera and the one tape changed that.
It’s hard to describe the emotional roller coaster that hearing his voice took me on. On the one hand, I left the room so I could cry in private. Hearing his voice made the loss feel so much fresher than it has in a long time, even with the recent increase in sadness that the anniversary of his death seemed to bring on. But on the other hand it felt like a gift. Resigned to the video camera being gone along with no way to play our home movies from the 80s and 90s, I’d all but given up on hearing his voice again. It’s funny. His voice isn’t one I can hear in my head anymore, but as soon as I heard it on the video I knew it was him.
I’ve had a few days to think about all of this and I know I sound really melancholy, but this does tie in with Richard Armitage.
See, my dad had a rich baritone voice like a certain actor we’re all fond of and it got me thinking about RA and Black Sky. Because on top of having a baritone voice, my dad was from Oklahoma. Over the years my parents moved around a lot and while my mom eventually lost her Okie accent, dad’s stayed with him until the day he died. As I listened to his voice on that video his accent was even more pronounced than I remembered. I think while he was alive I was just so used to hearing it that I didn’t notice it.
I’m definitely one of those people who wants Richard to nail the accent in Black Sky. I know there are those who think it isn’t all that important, but I’m of the opinion that he’s got to do a credible American accent if he wants to be seriously considered for roles as Americans in the future. But on top of hoping he gets the accent right, I’m now also wondering if he might sound a bit like my dad when Black Sky comes out. The movie is set in Oklahoma after all.
Not gonna lie, that might be kind of awkward given the way in which I think about RA, but it might be kind of cool too. Guess I’ll just have to wait and see.