Training the Speaking Voice
Oxford University Press, 03.03.1977 - 496 Seiten
Combines speech theory with practical exercises for developing proper vocal tone, resonance, expression, and breathing, articulation, and pronunciation skills.
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PART IIDICTION FOR SPEECH
APPENDIX Sound in Relation to Voice and Speech
INDEX OF TOPICS
INDEX OF SELECTIONS AND AUTHORS
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activity articulation articulatory back vowels basic become beginning breath pressure carefully cartilages cavity chapter characteristic chest consonants diaphragm diphthong ear training effect emotional example exhalation expression factors feeling force forms of emphasis fricative front front vowels function glottis habits hear heard hoarseness individual inflection involved Lady of Shalott larynx lips listen loudness lower lungs mouth muscles musical musical scale nasal consonants nasal resonance natural noise normal optimum pitch oral consonants pattern person pharynx phrase pitch level plosives position PRACTICE MATERIAL problem prolonged pronounced pronunciation relaxed response result ribs round sentence singing speaker speaking voice speech sounds spelled stage fright stressed syllable tempo tension thought throat tion tongue trachea unstressed velum vibration vocal folds voice and speech voice production voice training voiceless vowel sounds vowel tones w. s. GILBERT wind
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