Writing a book leads to more than the opportunity for books sales. Sales or no sales, a book can introduce an author to other endeavours, and branch out to connect with other projects. Here’s an example of co-host and co-producer Don Scoby being introduced to an international audience where he was able to talk about more than just one thing.
Tartan Tunes is the YouTube channel of Peter and Davie from Scotland. They have a regular feature called Scottish Sessions – Whats New Wednesdays which “includes interviews and musical performances from established and upcoming musicians from all over the world.”
They found Don because he’s a piper and they were intrigued by at least one of his books that include music, recipes, and history; particularly “The Patriotic Piper“.
20 traditional Scottish American military and patriotic bagpipe compositions, arranged into 8 performance numbers
15 delicious Scottish and Irish recipes
Numerous history and trivia writings accompanying the tunes and recipes
Featuring over 40 high quality images of food, SAMS insignia, and Post photos
A book does not have to stand alone. If can be a key contributor to a writer’s, an artist’s works, each supporting and amplifying the others. Their interview gave him the opportunity to talk about performing, baking, scuba work. It was an opportunity to show how an author everything can integrate (except maybe the scuba) and be introduced to an international audience.
Watch or listen in to the full video (~48:30 minutes), or use this link to skip ahead to where Don is introduced. Or, go to Don’s blog.
Many writers and authors are creative in many ways. Treating them as a whole also means an author may sell something else like music, or their music may help sell books. Whether they help a diver get underwater gigs, well, ask Don about that.
I called this post “Seeing Into The Past” because it’s an addendum to my previous post, “Seeing Into The Future …“. Something I meant to include in that last post is what happened on the way to the session.
Often enough, parking can be a pest in Coupeville. The historic area — where Tom and I were — is not all that large, so the trick for many of us is to use the library parking lot. I hopped out of my truck and started walking across the parking lot. Under my arm I had some DVDs to drop off at the library, one of my mic stands, and a lunch-box sized utility case I use for my portable recording gear.
Not but a moment later a fellow called across the parking lot to me. “Did-ya catch anything?” I quickly cycled through the list of things I might have caught but couldn’t come up with anything. I gave back a confused “… What?”, hoping to find out his intention. “Did-ya catch any FISH?” Then my mind went to “… When and where would I have caught any fish?!?” — quickly followed by “When was the last time I went fishing???” And then it occurred to me what was going on. I held up my tripod boom-mic horizontally and clarified to the man, “Microphone stand.”
Now that all was right in the world, I moved on to the library doors where I ran into Tom. Later that day he was scheduled to present one of his various engaging topics, speaking on how Whidbey Island is changing from a financial perspective — he had just loaded in.
We said our hellos and started walking toward Meg’s Kingerfisher Bookstore to record the podcast. Along the way I began telling him about the fishing-pole / mic-stand confusion that had just taken place in the parking long. We shared a chuckle around this and then I told Tom some of my mic-stand-confusion history.
I commonly say that I half-grew-up on Whidbey Island. This is the truncated way of expressing that I grew up in what used to be part of north Seattle; my family frequently visited my grandparents, and I was here so often I understood this as my other home*. My last four abodes before moving full-time to Whidbey were apartments in Shoreline. I play Highland bagpipes, and practicing my instrument in apartments in America tends to be IMPOSSIBLE! My strategy was to check with local churches to see if I might use their space when it was otherwise unoccupied — in exchange I offered to perform for certain church services. Two churches took me up on this and the relationship proved to be mutually beneficial. In other words, I got practice space and they got a guy who called the cops on a few thieves. Lovely, huh? It’s one of myriad things I do not miss about living in Seattle.
(*Beyond that I’m not getting into the proprietary thing that exists here on the island about whos-who and whats-what with how long you have/n’t lived on the island and blah-blah-blah — I could be from far worse places, and let’s leave it at that.)
The recording equipment I use for making WOWI is gear I gathered for my existence as a musician. One day, as I was walking to a church I used right on the Seattle / Shoreline city lines, I was stopped by a cop. I was en route to the church with my pipe case and recording gear when he parked in their driveway and came toward me. The long & short of it is that apparently some concerned citizen called the police about someone fitting my description walking around with a rifle. Suffice to say, I think my mic stand is pretty decent quality but I am yet to learn what caliber it is.