Bob Wiseman

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I watched the footage of the Grammys. The Brian Wilson, Joe Cocker and Warren Zevon tributes did me in.

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Sometimes the parents of my daughter’s friends know my background and are excited I am who I am (did I just Popeye?) and suddenly I’m a bigger deal in her […]

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A swarm of ideas breeding in those songs I started in Sweden. Like trying to assemble a jigsaw puzzle while the pieces are melting, somehow still sounds beautiful once you […]

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While driving back I started listening on random to Spotify and Hot Chocolate’s I Believe in Miracles came on. I never noticed the string machine but this time I realized […]

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Rachel — Melas to society — lent me The Necrofiles II by Donna Lypchuk. I didn’t really know Donna, even though we were Facebook friends. Then again, that probably describes […]

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The Swedish mixes keep floating along like little boats on a pond that forgot which way the wind blows. I sit there, paddling. Bass lines bump into echoes, harmonies bump […]

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Almost finished my Framing Document. The strangest part is attributing importance to what I wrote. The project was important to me but whether or not others find meaning in it.. […]

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Funny how I’ve spent these recent years qualifying for a PhD to get a full time teaching job, (a job I could have taught just as easily 7 years ago […]

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On the subway a guy across from me, big white hair pompadour,exactly like Jim Jarmusch, film-ghost of a downtown dream,and I liked believing it was him,this artist of smoke and […]