The Black Sea. The first audio library I have ever recorded, and it is still my favourite. Allow me to tell you a story.
It was September 2015. I hopped off the rusty, old, Eastern European train, and landed on harsh gravel, after a three foot fall. With such a distance between the ground and the door, I'm not quite sure who designed these trains, but I'm fairly certain stick insects and Basil Fawlty were foremost on their mind.
If you're British, you might have gotten a chuckle out of this. If not, don't worry about it, I promise you that it was a funny little gag.
Looking out, I see an old brutalist-style building, which served as the ticket office for the station, and as occasional shelter from the rain for short old women carrying leek-filled cloth bags, all staring at the strange 6ft3 man wearing a neon yellow Adventure Time shirt and carrying what looked like the fur of a dead gray cat.
Upon arrival at my hotel, I check in, and I am given the keys to my room. I head down a cold corridor, insert the key into the lock, and freak out when I realize that that's not my room, but the next one down.
I jump a few feet, open the door to my room, and carefully close it before anyone would know what just happened. I would later find out that I was the only person in the small hotel, except for the old lady behind the desk. As it turns out, the Romanian seaside is not very popular in late September, when temperatures can reach close to freezing.
Who could have known.
Anyway, as I entered my room, I was immediately greeted by what looked like a concrete floor, concrete walls, and the lowest beds I have ever seen. That's not particularly relevant, but just kind of weird.
Upon getting my bearings, I grab my gear bag, containing, among other things, my Rode NT 4, and my Tascam DR-60d mkII, and head out to the beach. As I arrive on the freezing cold beach, a realisation struck me.
I was the only living thing within quite a distance. No other humans, no annoying ice cream stealing birds, no nothing. At the time, I didn't quite know how wrong I was, but we'll get to that later.
Carefully placing my bag on the sand, I zip it open and grab my equipment. I firmly place my feet in the sand, and I press record. As the signal traveled from my recorder, up to my headphones, I was shocked to only hear waves, and nothing else.
No annoying music blaring in the distance, no kids running around, no seagulls, nothing. Just the waves.
As the days progressed, I got more and more courageous. I was climbing up on wet slippery rocks, recording from different angles, even stepping into the sea, to get unusual sonic perspectives.
In fact, whilst navigating my way across a field of slippery jagged rocks, trying my best to avoid the water, I nearly broke my neck as a flurry of rats scurried over the rocks and went past.
It turns out I wasn't alone after all. Luckily, I'm a big boy, so the rats weren't looking for a fight.
Upon returning to my base of operations in London, I sat down and began listening through the audio.
The original version that I had put out did not sell a great deal of copies. I was still learning, and I definitely should have spent more time editing it. Upon discussing things with Timothy McHugh, and sending my library to Paul Virostek for feedback, they very graciously gave me loads of pointers and great advice!
I imported the whole bloody library into Pro Tools, and started brutally cutting out anything that was sub par. Any kind of wind and handling noise was removed, and even though the library was now half the size, I felt like I had a quality product that I could be proud of!
Thank you to everyone who has purchased it, and helped motivate me to record more and more libraries! If you'd like to have a look at the library page, click the image down below. If you'd like to download some samples before deciding whether you want to purchase it or not, click here.