Bob Wiseman

At the beginning of the doc about Nina Simone from about four years ago, she’s playing to a room of three or four hundred people somewhere in Europe and somebody […]

crybabies in the locker room i need my towel not that bathing suit i won’t change, you have to change you forgot my goggles crybabies backstage why isn’t my guitar […]

It’s that moment in an improvisation where someone is leading and someone else tries to go in another direction and they work it out in one of two ways. Theres […]

The judges at the songwriting contest all had associations with hits but each of their hits achieved stature through capitalism and payola. So, to be rejected meant nothing about how […]

At the start Moses Znaimer took the stage. How long it will take him to mention Leonard Cohen for no reason. Turned out about twelve minutes. Thankfully, Yvonne Ng was […]

The brain is wired up to find meaning in everything, hence believing there is meaning in life. Maybe another way to put it is that it does not compute to […]

It’s that time of the semester when students hand in their “bad song assignment” and I check whose bad song is the best bad song. Some make things that are […]

I started listening The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway, as a book on tape, partly because earlier I read a book about Hemingway’s editor, Maxwell Perkins, and I found […]

The musicians who are not much fun to play with, often display no sense of listening to others. They lead expecting others to be thankful about being in their company. […]

If you were a kid of this century you’d understand but you’re not, you’re old. Thus ends any disagreement between me and the ten year old. Her logic intact. Filling […]