Bob Wiseman

Next winter tour dates are shaping up like this. Starting March: Vancouver, Victoria, Duncan (or Lasquiti), Campbell River (or Nanaimo), Sointula, Powell River, Sechelt, Burnaby (fly to Winnipeg) Qu’appelle Valley, […]

The brilliant line up scene in The Usual Suspects, was a blooper reel. The director was pissed off and thought the actors screwed up but the editor realized it worked. […]

Soon the weather will be changing. Sudbury was incredible converted theatre formerly Gothic church. Beautiful sight lines. Best piano so far a C7. Eighty people is impressive but a little […]

To wonder about consciousness is to get tangled inside one’s own awareness, to play a kind of Sherlock Holmes with the endless inner dialogue that never pauses, never lets go. […]

I find it very hard these days to make sense out of what people mean when they say right wing or left wing. Once upon a time, it never seemed […]

The band was called Late Prophet. On tour again, small-town churches, rec rooms, dark bars that still smelled like decades of Budweiser. Their press kit said they played “post-folk spirituals […]

Once, in a city of traffic reports, a young man named Simon Bell started a label. Dust and Echoes, was what he called it because music felt like that to […]

I looked around online to find examples of Donna Lypchuck’s Necrofiles. I met her once, it was at the Tranzac. was doing volunteer work but I never knew her well. […]

In Thunder Bay, where Lake Superior broods like a secret no one can name, there was once a man called Mr. Frosinone, who played harmonica every Thursday outside Robins Donuts […]