Bob Wiseman

An old friend suffers with depression is in an institution now. Hopefully, whatever the treatment is contains some music since she is a pianist and a violinist. Her partner doesn’t […]

“lia and amelia went to the shop and the only thing they bot was a little pot”   Lately worked a part time job in a school teaching songwriting to […]

I had a Van Morrison record, Saint Dominic’s Preview, and for years I loved the first song which referenced Jackie Wilson, a singer I didn’t know. Recently went on a […]

The headline said, “Huawei used AI technology to complete Schubert’s unfinished symphony.” It sounded impressive in the way headlines often do, crisp and proud of themselves. What it didn’t say […]

Sometimes she stumbled upon a piano in the wild, church basement, dance hall, back of a bar, anywhere with ghosts, and there it was, one note broken, that dumb mute […]

Couple nights ago, 30 minutes after midnight, thought came to mind: check the pipes in the basement. Sure enough no water flowing from the taps. I opened them up, set […]

The mind has a mind of its own. That’s the first problem. It’s a committee meeting where everyone thinks they’re the chair. Some parts of you believe they’re refereeing traffic, […]

How wrong I am most of the time about the minds of others. It’s like planning something for an audience, it might work as you imagine it but it might […]

  Sometimes, when I cook rice, I heat the pot first before adding any water. I like that small moment when the first drops hit the metal and vanish into […]