About Me


Rob Crowston I'm an award winning multimedia producer with a background, and it turns out a foreground in print, radio, television, and advertising. A sound engineer, producer, writer and voice-over artist. You've heard my work in many radio and TV spots, documentaries, corporate videos, audio walking tours and on-line. I've been an instructor at the British Columbia Institute of Technology, an instructor at Langara Community College. These days, I teach creative multimedia production to young people at the Wachiay Friendship Centre ( WaMM - www.wachiaymultimedia.com ) Along with all that other stuff, I live happily with my wife Shelley McGaw and our dog, Molly in the little community of Courtenay on Vancouver Island. My passions lie in high-end audio, deep in the heart of the Hi-Fi jungle and I care about music, recording, film, fiction and art. I'm fascinated by architecture, design, technology and their impact on our society and our culture.

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Yes, I'm Listening

Posted by Rob Crowston on Thursday, September 19, 2019, In : Short 



Yes, I'm Listening


They weren’t trendy, although they had trendy things, and they weren’t artsy, although they had art. They both worked in creative industries, but they didn’t consider themselves particularly creative and they weren’t wealthy although they had most of the things they might need. One of those things was a little personal assistant - it was connected. Back then, everyone had one. They were everywhere, but mostly in people's kitchens. Our partners called their's Adam Al...


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Down The Street, But Not Too Far

Posted by Rob Crowston on Thursday, April 25, 2019, In : Short 


Down the Street, But Not Too Far

The moving van exploded into a thousand little pieces of things that a family once owned. There were the easy things; those two things were table legs and what was a wicker laundry hamper lid. But there were confusing things too, just a bunch of stuff; there was stuff everywhere, all over the street. It was a really big mess. 

Mary Kinder was the first one on the to get near the van. She was six. As dust settled, and smoke dissipated, Mary, who had only been a h...


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