Some people's voices you can recognise instantly - some are really low, other just have that idiosyncratic twinge to them. Without seeing them, you can tell who someone is by their voice.
After 5 of a 20 minute barrage of an assembly by Mr. U.M. Monotone today, I found my mind drifting off, which was bad of me considering the subject, but I couldn't concentrate on what he was saying...
Then there are those voices that get your spine all tingly or you just want to listen to for ages.

And why does your own sound so weird on a recording?

I’ll make you a man. I’ll show you the lost art of speech. You will know how to convey with your lips. You will command your peers by voice. Only a few manage to captivate. Only the rare can bring ideas to life. Like Daniel from the lion’s den, your convictions will bend others. Ears reach to hearts, eyes connect to thought; you will be a wonder. Now, stand tall, taller, as tall as you can, and bellow. Keep bellowing loud, louder, and now turn it into words. Words like, “transgression,” or, “freedom,” or, “liberty rejected by a fringe movement.”

100 words starting with few beers washed down with a few of something else…and now 4 am is here and it feels like it’s been a long time coming. Somehow I feel one hundred words may be hard to find, as I desperately try to stop myself dreaming of being warm in bed. My hands feel cold and I have to squint to see the picture on the screen. A hysterical sister lies behind me. She exits. “I can’t stay with you,” she’s cracking up. Maybe we all are slowly. Or maybe I just have one hundred words to fill.