Bob Wiseman

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People you meet in life who arrive older, wiser, and quietly tuned to your frequency, those are gifts. They show up unexpected. You honour them by listening, by catching whatever […]

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I’m performing in Stratford soon, the town where Richard Manuel first learned how to turn feeling into music. It’s strange and moving to bring my songs into the place that […]

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Felix Messer, pianist, part-time teacher, full-time cynic and distant relative of Don Messer, never intended to crawl into Bach’s head. It just happened, the way bad drugs or good revelations […]

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There was a saxophonist, high-cheekboned, soft-spoken, known everywhere as a gentle man. The kind of sweetness people mention as if it were a credential. But sweetness can be a costume, […]

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Twice now I’ve stumbled across Jian Ghomeshi on Instagram, delivering moral sermons to the camera. I’m with him on Iran, but perhaps he should explore a different career, one that […]

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Was asked if I could do a workshop in Vancouver in March. Came up with this. THE GREAT CANADIAN MUSIC SURVIVAL WORKSHOP Songwriting accidents, film-score sorcery, video-making on a budget, […]

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I don’t believe in reincarnation, but then the brown sugar dies and turns into a rock, and I add a fruit peel, an orange, most days, and hours later it’s […]

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A dark shape moved between trunks. Then another. He slowed his breath. Another rustle. A twig breaking. He played the last line of the melody. Then a deer stepped out. […]

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There was a musician who woke every morning with a committee of ghosts shouting in his skull,You missed the chord, you foolyou dragged the tempoyou’re aging, you’re slipping, you’re fraying […]

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Arlo ran his mind like a strict place of business. No loitering. No wandering thoughts. Creativity was something you squeezed out like the last inch of toothpaste, or so he […]