Bob Wiseman

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I wasn’t expecting congratulations when I mentioned handing in my PhD writing yesterday, all I really did was hit submit. People replied as if I’ve suddenly become Dr. Wiseman, but […]

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Handed in my final PhD work at 3 a.m. this morning. The send button clicked, the file vanished into the university’s portal, and I sat there staring at the screen […]

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Once upon a time there was a man who believed consciousness was like playing the piano: he was at once the player and the listener, the hand striking the keys […]

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The other two things I most enjoyed at the Lynn Miles show at Hugh’s Room last Thursday was her fancy Nashville jacket which she mentioned once after the 4th or […]

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At Lynn Miles’s show, between sets I saw Keith Glass in the dressing room. I could tell by his eyes he did not remember me, which is understandable. It was […]

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I can easily explain what leaves me cold about a musician like Elton John, why his songs don’t hold me musically or lyrically. And yet, there he is in Spinal […]

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The telephone has several options, each however leads to an answering machine suggesting I leave a general message. I do, but also sense it probably not different than what physics […]

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These days I choose medium firm, whereas for years I would have used firm – but medium has more water. Tofu steaks. By the time the baking is complete it […]

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First came the laughter. Not from joy, but disbelief. The promoter’s promises evaporated, money was “on its way,” “stuck in the system,” “coming tomorrow.” Then silence. The bassist swore up […]

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I ask my daughter to eat more vegetables she shoos me away. So I place cut red peppers before her and they disappear. I place cucumbers before her, they vanish. […]