Bob Wiseman

While teaching piano to an eight year old, she chooses inefficient fingering despite careful slow demonstrations. One’s instincts are to show the learner the simplest route. Accordingly, find myself interrupting […]

For her last submission in the songwriting class Nadia sent in a song called shboom shboom and the teacher didn’t understand the lyrics. He wrote her about it and she […]

Threw out my back and can’t trace it to a unique incident, at least any other time I could recall lifting amplifiers or tyres or digging in a garden, something […]

I love Warren Zevon’s collected works and I knew he was friends with Stephen King but watching an interview with Stephen King made it clearer what they had in common. […]

Ten years later – touring the West coast and while playing the Hotel Utah in San Francisco, Elliot shows up. He had become a new age breath therapy guru. I […]

I noticed the online ratings of books by William S. Burroughs and chose to check out Queer which was not rated as high as Junkie and Naked Lunch. I have […]

Standing in line last week for a Covid test, in front of me one of the teachers from my daughter’s school, a woman who fluently speaks four languages. While waiting […]

I told Elliot, the tape didn’t do it for me. He was hurt but he also liked the fact I was telling him what I thought, he was already used […]

There’s a BBC show called Desert Island Discs, they’re archived from as far back as the 50s, now it’s a podcast and a very amazing collection of people from all […]

While listening to French versions of English songs, helping to better my French, I came upon one person that especially destroyed me, Marie Lafôret, who died in her eighties, in […]