Tonight I received a phone call from “Southern” California from my older son, Paul. He said he had been sitting in his den in front of his computer reading my blog out loud, and with a chuckle, said he must definitely have some of my whacky genes because as soon as he read about the Southern accent, he started ta'kin’ wi’ uh so’thern draw'. His wife, walking by, asked what in the world was he doing and when he told her, Rebecca just shook her head and assured him he was crazy as a loon.
I think a little insanity does run through my family; okay, perhaps a good measure of insanity runs rampant and unabated.
I think everyone becomes a little touched, though, when it comes to performing and affecting regional accents. There are two gals in our office who have offered to coach me in the proper articulation of Southernese. One of them lived in Atlanta for a goodly number of years, and the other is from Texas. I have another friend who offered to make suggestions on how to improve my accent.
In one scene of the new QuentinTarantino movie out now, a German security officer becomes aware of the “accents” of German soldiers carousing in a bar, and approaches one man, who is an undercover Brit, posturing as a German officer. Mayhem ensues resulting in the letting of much blood. I won’t give away any mo’ about the movie in case y’all wanna see it.
I bring this up because each of the cast members in "Faith County" imagines themselves speaking with some variation of a Southern accent. Lordy! Lordy! What would an authentic Southerner think of the mélange of accents bantered about during our rehearsals?
I declare, one can jus' get tooooooo serious about the most insignificant of matters! Don't y'all agree?
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