This was recorded using a Rode NT1-A Large-Diaphragm Condenser Microphone, a Focusrite Scarlett Solo and with Audacity in a sound treated space. I recorded, edited, and added sound to it.
Young Adult (18-35)
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Call me Ishmael some years ago, never mind how long, precisely having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore. I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is the way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth, whenever it is a damp, drizzly november in my soul. Whenever I bring myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet, and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street and methodically knocking people's hats off. Then I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.