Bob Wiseman

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

“it’s a song about an altered state of consciousness” she said and then started singing. i couldn’t understand the lyrics because english isn’t her first language and the pronunciation is […]

i asked a couple of my former students if they would back me up for a show one time. there was no fee offered for us to play and i […]

Best I think through the hard version, the failure, because if it’s easy there’s no problem. My daughter says easy-peazy-lemon-squeezy. wish that was my back up band, let’s hear it […]

Inside the busy roncesvalles cafe, getting a snack for my daughter, over all the chatter the music was unclear and then I realized it was Bob Dylan’s Street Legal. Only […]

Marking final papers, final songs. One student surprised me with how brilliant was their song and essay. Started by imitating something then realized it could be more unique by doing […]

Neil told me about the film online about the Working Class Hero and Imagine records. I know technically it is called Plastic Ono Band but I had it at 9 […]

In my dream last night, at a party and Ray Davies was there. Didn’t look anything like Ray in real life, but such is the language of dreams. I walked […]

“My song is about addiction,” said the tall guy who usually enters the class late, if he shows up at all. “In what way?” I asked. “I vape and I […]

there is a swimmer standing before a lake and the current is strong and choppy. this particular swimmer has a fantasy, that if they can swim across the lake, to […]

a few years ago, magali tried to teach me how to speak french. she would start with avoir and etre, i usually ran out of patience as soon as i […]