Bob Wiseman

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Musicians know the person in the background is sometimes holding the entire structure together. The drummer who never overplays but somehow defines the feel of the track. The arranger who […]

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There are songs you admire from a distance, and some you promise yourself you will one day learn properly. For me, one is Waterloo Sunset. A small miracle disguised as […]

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The musician began to suspect that composition was a form of cowardice. To plan a piece in advance was to erect a wall. Improvisation, by contrast, required faith so he […]

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We went to Ikea for dinner on Valentines day. It was a good choice. Trays sliding forward like well behaved measures in 4/4. No candlelight. Just mashed potatoes, lingonberry sauce, […]

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He began with a suspicion that something was wrong with language. Just slippery. Words promised clarity but delivered only negotiations. He would say love and someone heard obligation. He would […]

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Zbignew Tribeca, music critic for the Tribune knew immediately Stanley Kowalski, the bassist, was a genius. The sort of conclusion some critics reach before breakfast and never revisit afterward. It […]

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She loved music. That was the cruel part. She still did. Certain songs could stop her mid-step. Certain harmonies made her heart ache. But she no longer believed she had […]

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He woke just after five. Somewhere outside, a sound so small could have been imagined. Not wind, not a bird. A tone hovering, as if someone had tested a note […]

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I’m scoring a horror film. I’m scared I might not be good enough. I’m thinking that’s the right way to be when you do this.

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A guy comes sometimes comes to the open stage who has had a harder life, harder than almost anyone else in the room. When he talks from the stage about […]