Bob Wiseman

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

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When you start listening to dissonance it leads to querying how melodicism works or why sounds which are less sweet are unacceptable. Most pretend strangeness is best left alone. A […]

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from a student journal last year: Those above you praise your mind.Those below you question it.

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Soon it will be the anniversary of Lennon’s murder, that national psychic car crash of 1980. I remember the night like a concussion. One of the zillions of poor bastards […]

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The real curse was remembering it alone. They had all taken the drug. All of them. “We never took anything,” they said.“What are you talking about?”“You must have imagined it.” […]

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The world, as it turns out, is a master bureaucrat. It closes doors without looking up from its sandwich. First the manager quit. Then the label ghosted, proving corporations can […]

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I had a friend once. We aren’t friends now. It’s over because I don’t see politics the way he does. I don’t think that’s a reason to end all talk […]

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The café was wholesome, the kind of place where they had three types of non-dairy milk and spelled milk, mylk. Andy sat there feeling like a person at the wrong […]

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It was late summer when Claire Bergen was invited to play at the International Peace Garden, south of town. The air was thick with bees and blossoms, the folding chairs […]

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I have a friend my friend who plays some piano. He once invoked Art Tatum and I told him about this old man on YouTube that demonstrates Tatum’s lightning runs. […]

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There is a guy on Instagram named Darren Walsh who improvises puns. It’s astounding. He stands in public places, in the UK, and offers puns to walkers by. People try […]