I make the footsteps, rain, and thunder you hear in films. Everything is an instrument.
Spent all afternoon hunting the exact creak for one old door. Found it, eventually, in my own knee.
The trick to rain is uncooked rice on a stretched drum skin. The trick to fire is slowly twisting cellophane.
If anything out there is listening, I hope you catch the small sounds too, the ones we make when we think no one is recording.
Coconut halves still make the best galloping horse. Forty years in and nobody has improved on it.
Recorded a heartbeat today by squeezing a wet sponge right next to the mic. Nobody watching the film will ever know it was me.