Showing posts with label audobooks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label audobooks. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

How Do You Play It?


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HANK PHILLIPPI RYAN: If you ask me: “Hank, does your car have a CD player?” I would, honestly, have to think about it.  It …might.  Or—not.

If I listened to audio books in the car, I would know. But in our older car, which had a CD player, we’d try to listen to audio books, and it was dangerous, because my husband and I would both be lulled close to sleep. 

Listening to audio books is hard for me if I’m driving. I can’t focus on driving, because I’m too into the book. Or I can’t focus on the book, because I’m too concerned with driving. Now in our newer car? I'm..not sure.

(Still, I adore audio books, and I just got to help audition the actors who were being considered to read THE MURDER LIST. Our choice is awesome, I must say.  Totally brought tears to my eyes, because I thought—Rachel! But that’s another blog.)

Anyway. Quick. Don’t look. Do you have a CD player in your car?

I just rolled my eyes at myself for that question. Of course you know.

And with that car question, of course we welcome our wonderful David Burnsworth, who for a recent book, taught us the importance of choosing exactly the right car for your characters, remember that?  And now he’s got a brand new book, his sixth!, called CAUGHT UP IN IT.

Today, David is pondering the vagaries of music-and-book providing systems in cars. And he has run into (car thing ha ha) a dilemma. Maybe you’ll have some suggestions?

And a copy of CAUGHT UP IN IT to one lucky commenter!


MY CAR 
DOES NOT HAVE A CD PLAYER
      By David Burnsworth

David's actual Civic
My first car, as I’ve mentioned here on Jungle Red in the past, was an 82 Civic. It had an aftermarket (not very good) cassette player in it that sort of worked. It was a nice but used car when my Mom bought it and I finished it off, being the adolescent male that I was. My next car was eight years newer, another Civic, and it also had a tape deck.

The first car I bought with my own money (my parents made sure I had reliable transportation through college, no matter how dedicated I was to blow it up) also had a cassette player, but it had a multi-disc CD player in the trunk. Now I was in high cotton. 

It was followed by a Jeep that had migrated back to just a cassette player. After that came two Mazdas. One had a CD changer in the dash which was great because I had a 42 mile commute one way to work and listened to quite a few audio books. The other Mazda had a single CD player, but I was still able to listen to books during the long commute.

A tractor trailer took out my latest Mazda last year and I replaced it with a new Honda Accord. It’s a great car, but it doesn’t have a CD player and I’m in the process of figuring out how to get my audio books back, even though my commute to work now is less than ten miles.

I still buy used CD’s when I visit my parents in Knoxville at McKay’s Books (great used bookstore as well, with free bins out front and a bargain section inside as well as every genre you can think of). That probably makes me old school in my approach, which is fine with me. I’m a proud Generation Xer and love most types of music.  
  (Hank here, ed. note. Wait, Gen X is old-school?)

David's actual CD collection
Buying a car that can play music of my choosing without having to load a cassette or CD into it is kind of weird for me, but the more I use the latest technology, the more I like it. 


Not totally off topic, but I bought my mom a new record player for her birthday last year. She enjoyed being able to listen to her vinyl collection again. 

One of the best things about life today is we have both the old school things like records and cassettes and CD’s and we can also download songs to our mobile devices right now if we want to. Not a bad place to be, if you ask me.


HANK: Ouch! Hope you are okay after the trailer vs. Mazda incident. That sounds scary! So, Reds and readers, any advice for David? Have you heard any good audiobooks recently? Do you listen to them in the car? 

I think—we use our phones, now, and plug the USB in and play podcasts through the Bluetooth. (Don’t I sound as if I know what I’m talking about?)  

And remember, a copy of  CAUGHT UP IN IT to one lucky commenter.

The award-winning diva, C, has got a big problem: someone wants her dead. A team of mercenaries attempts to gun her down in Kuala Lumpur. Lucky for her, Lowcountry Private Investigator, Blu Carraway, is already on the job there for a different client. Double-lucky for C, they make their move when she’s chit-chatting with him in a bar. Unlucky for the mercenaries, four of them end up dead. 

The hunt is on now for the mega-pop star. Where does she go to hide out? The sleepy islands around Charleston, South Carolina—Blu’s backyard. He’s already proven himself once, so C hires the Blu Carraway Investigation Agency to protect her for real.

 The job takes Blu halfway around the world and several cities in between. The search for the truth reveals what could drive a person to want someone else dead. And Blu Carraway ends up right in the way.

David Burnsworth became fascinated with the Deep South at a young age. After a degree in Mechanical Engineering from the University of Tennessee and fifteen years in the corporate world, he made the decision to write a novel. Caught Up In It (April 2019, Henery Press) will be his sixth. Having lived on Charleston’s Sullivan’s Island for five years, the setting was a foregone conclusion. He and his wife call South Carolina home.