The owner walked into the studio of a radio station where I worked. One DJ remarked good-naturedly, "Well, look what the wind blew in." The salesperson asked the owner to listen to a commercial he'd recorded. The owner then sat down across the console and listened as I did the next half hour of my shift. I'm sure I didn't sound radically different than usual, but to my ears, I turned into the friendliest, least threatening DJ who ever lived. My tone of voice was probably only 10 or 15% sunnier than usual, but I felt like a life coach talking a maniac with dashed plans of world domination down from a ledge.
Apparently, the owner approved of my sunny-as-can-be delivery.
"That Drew has a nice voice," he said in his Texas twang. "(It) melts your ear."
As independent-minded as we might like to think we are, the presence of your radio station's owner changes the vibe of a room.
