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.

Here's to those who wish him well, all the rest.......

October 7, 2020

A couple of weeks ago the handsome, kind and gentle man on the left, suffered a catastrophic stroke. As he had wished, no heroic measures were taken, and this morning, my Dad, Horace Herbert Crowston slipped from the planets' grasp.
This photo was taken on my wedding day, some 15 years ago, to my loving and supportive partner, 
Shelley McGaw
. Dad stands with his wife of almost 70 years, Beverly Rose Crowston and my lovely sister K.C. Lawrence, both of whom have passed.
My Dad was a 'depression baby', born August 4th, 1931 in northern Saskatchewan. Imagine! At 14 he was shipped west to Vancouver - a journey he made by rail and by himself to a home he did not know. He caddied at the UBC Golf Club to get by and spoke quietly about going for walks alone on Christmas Day to glimpse 'other families' happiness from the street. Somehow he managed and graduated from King George High. He met my Mom playing baseball - she was the score-keeper and cared for all the fellows wristwatches during the games. Dad was a natural at sports. He wasn't big, but he was fluid, fast and nimble on the ice. He often complained that he didn't have a strong slap-shot, but he could place his wrist-shot anywhere there was a hole. Off the ice, the links were his home. In fact, had he not been married, he could have seriously considered going pro. "Don't try and murder the ball son, just give it a reason to go where you want it to go". I believe his grandson 
Alex Crowston
 inherited that gene, while his artistic hand passed on to 
Graham Crowston
He worked for a number of years with Swift Premium Meats as an 'Efficiency Expert' - a joke my Mom milked to death for their entire marriage. There followed a succession of sales jobs - he was a personable, friendly guy, sales came easy to him. In retirement he and Mom were dedicated and long-time volunteers at the Surrey Memorial Hospital. He once recieved in appreciation, a little pin commemorating his 2000 hours of community service. He also contributed both on-stage performance and stage-hand assistance for 'The Vaudevillians', a travelling road-show and fund raising group for seniors. His performance of McCrae's 'In Flanders Field' has never failed to bring a tear to my eye.
Mom and Dad moved to the Comox Valley a few years ago, and loved it here. "Should have done this years ago!" he often said.
After Mom's passing in 2019, my Dad and I grew much closer. Together we would chat, me, the recording engineer, speaking overly loudly and precisely in one word sentences while he read my lips. (The man couldn't hear a thing! And wouldn't Freud have fun with that bit!) But lucky, lucky me, because without all those encounters, I might never have learned that his sweet-tooth handily eclipsed my own, that he believed strongly in social responsibility and in extending good will towards others.
He was, I know, loved to bits by his grand daughters 
Tricia Lawrence
Kristina Lawrence
 as he loved them both back. To my brother, Chris Crowston, and me, Dad was a real-life, honest to goodness Hero.
I will miss terribly his wonderful sense of humour, his wit, his caring compassion, and his loving, considered council. Were that I might ever rise to be half the man he was to me I can only wish.
And so, as we always shared in toast; 'Here's to those who wish us well Dad, and all the rest... '

Yes, I'm Listening

September 19, 2019

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

April 25, 2019

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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True Confessions

March 23, 2018

Let's start with a confession: I am afraid of a few things. Things like rats, snakes and I'm really, really afraid of the Dentist. That's funny 'cause I wake up next to a gal who trundles off to a Dentist's Office every morning and worse, discusses her day with me at days end. I shiver and quake through most of these chats and clearly see her subtle disfavour of my cowardice. To add insult to injury, a whole cast of her McGaw clan work in the field and LOVE to 'talk shop' at any and every fam...

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Vinyl - Hard to Kill

May 10, 2017

Vinyl. Impossible to spell. As a matter of fact, even spelling bee winners cringe at the thought of the word, but it's not just hard to spell, it's hard to kill.

There's been dozens of music delivery formats put out there - 78's and 45's and reel to reel and 8 track, cassettes and MD discs, CD's and MP3's... plus a whole mess of other attempts to get us to buy music. Did you know that Miles Davis's 'Kind of Blue' has been released in every single delivery format that has ever been pushed on...

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The Test

October 30, 2015
This past summer I had the great and grand pleasure to work with a small, dedicated group of young people from the Wachiay Friendship Centre on a message driven creation sponsored by Island Health. The result of those efforts was a little film called 'The Test". It's an HIV awareness video. It was conceived, after many hours of intense debate, written, story-boarded, filmed (on cell phones!) and edited by the group themselves. This is their first effort, and, considering that these people had...
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To Alex and Elyse!

October 13, 2015
What a fine day.
In this enchanted location.
For this magical event.

I'm R C – I am the proud father of Alex and now, too, an over-the-moon with glee father-in-law to the lovely Elyse. Whom, I'm sure we'll all agree, looks stunning and vibrant and so very happy today.  

The only thing that comes even remotely close to the joy you are sharing with us Elyse, is the pure, unadulterated love I see reflected in my son's face every time his gaze happens upon you. Thank-you for that Elyse, what a trul...

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Kerry Catherine Lawrence

September 9, 2015

For My Sister on her passing.

August 24 2015

Just in case, I'm Rob Crowston, K.C.'s big brother.

James Taylor sings:

“The secret of life 

Is enjoying the passage of time.”

We're all here today because my sister, our sister, our daughter, our mother, our wife and our friend Kerry Catherine Lawrence knew, despite everything that was going on with her body, knew better than most, how to enjoy the passage of time.

When K.C. First appeared on my landscape she pretty much ruined everything. 'Til then,...

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End of Joke, Laugh Here

May 4, 2014

The other night I was at a schmooz for a new media company. They were
launching an internet product that they hoped might be the next big thing. Cool
technology, big dollars, forward thinking – all the hype, all the right buzz words.
Lots of people milling about, some old friends in the biz, some newbies and the
usual hangers on and wanna bees you always seem to find at these things.
At one point I found myself standing in line, engaged in conversation with a small
group and one of the fel...
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Martin M Borycki - 26/04/1953 - 07/01/2014

March 19, 2014

My words, my noise from the Celebration of Life for my friend Martin Borycki...

I wrote these notes a few days ago in hope that I'd have something prepared  for today. I guess we'll find out together if that has become so.

It happened that it was Jack Kerouac's birthday.
Like our friend, Kerouac was a poet, a painter, a writer, an American take on a Zen Buddhist with attitude and quite probably certifiably insane.

My friend, our friend, Martin, was all those things and so much more.... he was ...
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