Bob Wiseman

But when he’s gone me and those lonely blues collide, the bed’s too big the frying pan’s too wide He hangs out down on Alvarado street by the Pioneer Chicken […]

If I hold up 7 fingers my daughter doesn’t yet know it is seven. She will count internally to get to seven.  If I said go to the part of […]

Bad dream last night, best part is waking up and knowing none of it is true. Tempting to linger on hidden meanings behind imagination. Is there any difference between imaginary […]

Many times distracted and so suffers the music. Maybe it is a maturity thing, but the last show with John Oswald, was meaningful for all the right reasons, shooting for a […]

When the customs agent asks what kind of music do you do, you could answer with a familiar category but for many artists it never feels right. Feels about as […]

Everybody’s mind contains a drunk heckler sitting in the front row. The stakes are heightened when one starts considering how inner thought can foil the whole thing like juggling one […]

She plays white notes in the middle of the piano with both hands slowly, random spots. I join on the upper register at same speed just different random white notes. […]

One of them wants to have a meeting to discuss the performance after it is over, fine with me and yet I don’t seem to be able to get it […]

At a party, young award winning musician is holding court and explaining why Bob Dylan is the worst artist in the world, “He can’t sing, he’s musically horrible” yada yada. […]