Bob Wiseman

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There is a special branch of human endurance reserved for travelling with musicians you do not like. You share vehicles that smell like hot fast food and unresolved childhoods. You […]

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The piece I wrote for the German magazine called Improfil came out this month. It’s odd everything is in German yet my article remains in English. Earlier they told me […]

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The rehearsal room at the community arts centre smelled of winter boots and varnish. Fluorescent lights hummed. Joe, nineteen and on fire, attacked a run of notes like enemies on […]

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I recall one time Neil Young was disgruntled that Trump used “Keep on Rockin’ (in the free world)”. It might be because Trump liked the song or it might have […]

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Jeff Burke had been playing bassoon in the Dundas Station tunnel for an hour, long enough that the rhythm of the trains were syncing to his phrasing. Toronto moved the […]

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For years, a musician slept in fragments, ten minutes here, twenty there, always waking like someone had woke him from a dream before the note could resolve. His friends said […]

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The whole thing hit me like a peyote flashback dipped in Elizabeth Kubler-Ross, the moment I walked into the Sybil Goldstein art show. The room vibrating the way ghosts make […]

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The Maritimes shows are starting to confirm for October, and it’s giving the fall a kind of shape I didn’t realize I was waiting for. I originally planned to fold […]

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In the summer of 2026, Mona the cellist hitchhiked along Highway 17. Forest fires had been burning for weeks. Some days the air smelled like a campfire. Mona carried her […]

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I have a friend whose life turned out to be tuned in a key I didn’t recognize. For the longest time, I thought he was just living inside a streak […]