Bob Wiseman

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

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When he was young, Sam played punk rock. Three chords, although on certain nights he reduced this to two because the third seemed entitled. He struck the guitar as if […]

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There was a musician who wanted to become better. He knew what this required. He would have to stop returning to the things his hands already knew. Familiar music gave […]

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In certain praying mantis relationships, the female is approached by the male, who has evidently received no briefing whatsoever. He climbs onto her with romance in his heart and perhaps […]

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Eli could perform before two thousand people without fear, but he could not board an airplane without becoming certain that gravity had finally noticed him. This was inconvenient because he […]

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I met with a consultant about Meta ads. Lorenzo. He lives in Atlanta, Georgia, because the internet enjoys arranging marriages between people who never met before. I have been looking […]

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I was watching a video by Nobuo Kubota which came along with my latest Vtape newsletter. It was brilliant. No surprise. I watched him perform in Toronto when I was […]

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I was invited to read from my book. The person introducing me praised an old song I had written about lawyer Douglas Christie, and from the shape of the praise […]

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When I wanted to play music festivals, friend Sam Larkin wrote reviews of my playing as though it had appeared in newspapers important enough to have foreign correspondents and columns […]

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I learned about Bob Woodson through Glenn Loury’s YouTube channel, which I discovered during these PhD years. The timing created an unintended comparison. On one screen the university assigned texts, […]

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Got the M1. Thanks all you musicians or artists in the know that pestered me to join your cult. It may take some weeks before I complete the transferring of […]