Bob Wiseman

A blinking biped in the age old tradition of song and dance.

2am discussion with Anand about the Dream in High Park (he directs next summer), The Beatles Get Back and remounting his play where we first collaborated 20 years ago. When […]

Lynn Miles has songs that knock me out. I played a festival once, a northern location, Yellowknife perhaps. Maybe that was the Frostbite festival? I didn’t tune into how great […]

So many years I went without realizing it’s not hard to keep avocados ripe a long time, you just put ’em in the fridge once their skin is black. Four […]

I played a show one time and after it commenced, the engineer added reverb to everything which ruined the sound of everything to me. There are so many things that […]

I tried to get my daughter to eat salads by complaining. It’s a tried and true method of failure and after she turned her nose up enough times, I tried […]

I’m loving Whitney Balliett’s writing on musicians. He gets it better than most. “Very little about the tenor saxophonist Lester Young was unoriginal. He had protruding, heavy-lidded eyes, a square, […]

The thing about playing music, especially composing or improvising, is it nurtures the interruption of thought. Not such a simple thing to do. Ordinarily, thought is talking to itself, addressing […]

I started teaching lessons online which I did not do when covid started, instead I stopped all private lessons because it’s harder to do. I’d rather teach in person if […]