Accenture
And as soon as I wrote that nonsense below I thought of some other nonsense to write about.
Until you live somewhere else, you never really hear your own accent. When you live really somewhere else, you recognise it instantly. I do full-body takes when I hear Midwestern accents on the streets of Melbourne.
It’s especially funny when you hear it in things with which you’re previously familiar. When I watch The West Wing these days, I like Bradley Whitford (Josh) all the more for his dulcet lower-Wisconsin tones.
What prompted this post was listening to my favorite band of all time, the Smoking Popes. Listening to ‘Sandra’ I heard (also) Josh sing:
I know what’s going on…
But, like a good (suburban) Chicago boy, he didn’t say ‘on’. He said ‘aaahn’ - just the way I say it (though minus the suburban bit).
If you ever want to hear my accent, just get me to say the following sentence:
Oh my god! Mom, stop making me talk about my goddamn Chicago accent!
And get me drunk first; I’m a Northsider, but that shit comes out.
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