Bob Wiseman

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I asked the new students what part time jobs they have. Usually it is a combination of Tim Hortons or Mcdonalds but this group is distinctly different. One is self […]

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In the Bflat piece I’m writing I stumbled into a way to execute a passage with greater velocity than I usually can. It is exciting like learning a magic trick. […]

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After the show in Hamilton last weekend I wish I was booked everywhere else. So much energy goes into acquiring a teaching job but it would be so much simpler […]

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I listen to conversations in class from students who feel as though their minds are out of control. Rufus said the brain itself wishes it was as conscious as the […]

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I find it disappointing to learn Gerry Rafferty who wrote Stuck In The Middle With You, was offended by the now super famous scene in Reservoir Dogs where Quentin Tarantino […]

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I ended the Hamilton show earlier than I intended because it felt like I was losing the audience before getting to the classical pieces. A pity because I don’t really […]

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Today in the class’s open stage a student read his journal, “The closer I get towards the end of my life the more I think about infinity because death is […]

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The cashier laughs when I have sweet white rice among my groceries. When I ask why she says she has never eaten that rice insinuating through her giggles it is […]

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The fire doors are almost done. The new person upstairs is almost moved in. The architect has almost started the drawings. The show almost has a network. But the arpeggios […]

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Missed the open stage at Tranzac the other night, too bad. Wanted to test playing 10,000 Miles or Bhopal on piano instead of guitar. The more you do it before […]