Bob Wiseman

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There was a new couple who played the open stage. She is from Toronto originally and has a nice voice. The melodies were angular and unexpected as was his guitar […]

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I am on a roll mixing the Swedish sessions. I love this process of studying a recording ten trillion times. Looking for snippets, sections, moments to embellish, to embrace or […]

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There’s a young man who I used to see at the open stage every Monday night, a portly fellow with a Maurice Chevalier hat. It reminds me of Harpo Marx […]

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I’m looking forward to Vallican, near Nelson. Because I’ll be staying with Tamara and Misha. If memory serves me right, on their farm they have horses, chickens, dogs and many […]

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UNEXPECTED TEXT: Good day! I am Reid I wish to ‘cover a new ‘role that has come lately opened up. I’m around-can we talk when you are? ME: Reid. You […]

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Now Victoria and Edmonton have confirmed. Wonders never cease. That’s Hermann’s and the Yardbird Suite two more pins on the map. Only three out of twenty left to make it […]

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At last, somebody from Kelowna called me back. It took long enough. These things are always strange, who’s actually holding the wheel. Sometimes you get the right person in the […]

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I think about Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde often. Folks talk about it like a strange horror story, but it isn’t strange at all. It’s honest. That’s what we are. […]

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The world mistakes plainness for blasphemy. John Lennon said things plainly, maybe too plainly. The Beatles said they were “bigger than Jesus,” which was not asserting divinity, just interpreting sickness. […]