Bob Wiseman

The West End Cultural Centre in Winnipeg feels like a place that has decided, quietly and firmly, to take music seriously. Jorge runs it like someone tending a long-burning fire. […]

Gimli, floor-to-ceiling windows behind us, and beyond them the lake, frozen, vast. You expect stillness from a frozen lake. What you don’t expect are cars driving across it like it’s […]

Right about the time the band’s miracle tune escaped the petri dish and went viral, the agents showed up in tailored suits with calculators and suddenly every show was worth […]

I started thinking about all the times I’ve played Regina. This very club, back in the ’90s, when everything felt slightly more urgent and slightly less documented. I must have […]

Swift Current revealed itself as one of the most complete nights of the tour. The theatre is a black box, beautiful in a stripped-down way. Nothing distracts from what happens […]

I don’t really want to play bars. It’s not a moral stance. It’s just that bars come with a built-in distraction system. Glassware, conversations, televisions that don’t care about your […]

Edmonton’s Yardbird Suite felt like a place that already knew why you were there. Ten tickets short of a sellout. Todd and Leah ran the night with a kind of […]

Red Deer came with velvet ropes and slot machines. They put us up in a casino hotel. It was great. The illusion that luck might be transferable. The show was […]

Driving to Saskatoon playing different albums for each other. The Kinks. Hotel has a Yuk Yuks comedy club downstairs. Hoping someone I know is playing but turns out tonight is […]

Clay booked the show. I knew his name from punk listings, so I expected a certain type. Ideological certainty, maybe a basement full of amplifiers. Instead, he’s a computer programmer. […]