Bob Wiseman

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Arlo ran his mind like a strict place of business. No loitering. No wandering thoughts. Creativity was something you squeezed out like the last inch of toothpaste, or so he […]

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After the show, the bar looked like a crime scene where no one bothered to move the bodies. Cables everywhere, glasses smudged, PA emitting a low hum as if it […]

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Matthias spent most of his life believing musicians were born with two talents: playing their instrument and getting ripped off. He didn’t mind the small stuff. The promoter forgetting drink […]

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A pair of tiny black eyes rose from the compost. The raccoon stared. He stared back. The raccoon made a small gesture with its paw, as if about to count […]

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Most people know John Coltrane for the sound that could open a doorway in the night sky. Only a handful knew about the other thing that made him close his […]

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My friend’s sisters, Lainie and Aviva, held a marathon reading of Paradise Lost today. It started at ten in the morning and rolled straight through until two the next morning. […]

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Sometimes I find myself with musicians or students who have not yet done the work they say they are going to do, yet they still want my opinion on whether […]

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No one expected the monks to walk into Smokey Joe’s Stage last Monday. It attracted the usual suspects. Dana Lalonde who now calls her self DL, Robertson who plays instrumentals […]

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Thanks for listening to my music this year. December had a nice four city tour of Montreal, Brockville, Chelsea and Burritts Rapids…though I forgot my merch in Montreal. oh well. […]

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In a neighbourhood filled with kombucha bars and cafes that only sold beverages made with turmeric, there lived a flute player named Lisa who had not slept in nine nights. […]