Bob Wiseman

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Re: cheating, I never believed it was an rarity. Simply part of how the world operates. People test what they can get away with. I do it myself in small, […]

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At the end of my interview with the Montreal radio station, the DJ shifted into a solemn tone and said he wanted to ask about a very serious anniversary. The […]

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By the time Milo Thatch realized he was never going to be a famous musician, he was knee deep into an overextended Visa credit card. His songs were good, but […]

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In the cracked decade of drones, pandemics, and screens, (hint: this one) there lived a musician who could carve out pure silence and squeeze holy improvisation from it. A noble […]

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He noticed then that there was no clear moment when intention turned into sound. The hand moved, the note arrived, and only afterward, did he recognize it as a choice. […]

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Minds are a game and you are both player and the actual game. Both at once.The improviser once believed discipline meant domination, outthinking the instrument, forcing coherence where none wanted […]

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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.” […]