Started narrating in a closet in 2014, found a corporate-explainer client by accident, and quietly never went back to a day job. The first audiobook arrived eighteen months later — a literary debut that nobody read but that the publisher remembered, which led to the second, third, and seventh.
The booth has changed three times. The current version is a Whisper-Room MDL 4848 in a converted bedroom in Brooklyn, with a Sennheiser MKH 416 hanging in front of an Apollo Twin X going into Pro Tools 2024. Nothing in that signal chain is a flex — it's just the version that delivers a clean, broadcast-spec take ninety-nine times out of a hundred without any post-production heroics.
The work breaks roughly into thirds: a third commercial broadcast, a third audiobooks, a third animation and long-form narration. There's a soft preference for scripts that respect the listener — an audiobook in a quiet voice, a thirty-second spot that doesn't shout, a doc cold-open that earns the trust before it asks for it.
Direction wins every time. Bring a tight brief, a clear performance reference, and a willingness to call audibles in the booth, and you'll walk out with the takes you actually want — not the ones I happened to like.
