Bob Wiseman

At the open stage last night, I played an old song, Airplane on the Highway and then a newer one about parliament (not the band). Both Chaz and a woman […]

At the end of my dream the other night I was smoking and trying to recall if I ever did quit or if I have been disappointed all my life […]

I watched the electronic music show. It was full. People paid good money. Both acts consisted of solo people standing on stage in front of a midi keyboard connected to […]

At the open stage tonight I recorded people introducing their songs. Just the intros. Timed it just right in most cases. I don’t want any opening chords, just the way […]

I could watch that moment a million times in the film Rumble: The Indians That Rocked The World, when Jackson Browne explains Jesse Ed Davis played the solo to Doctor […]

I forgot to shoulder check in my dream last night, then felt stupid that I could have killed someone. Before I woke up I thought specifically I could have knocked […]

I wonder how long people will still say Twitter. I still say Skydome. Sometimes people change their names after I have known them a long time by a different name. […]

Now I am teaching my 4th semester of this course and each time there are 1 – 4 students who do not exist. They are registered but never show up, […]

Musically, the need to be cacophonous is overwhelming. It is why society plays out with so many polarizations that make absolutely no sense to each other’s side. The thing especially […]

What a nice dream. In the room with both my old cats, both dead since a few years ago but inside the dream I had no memory of that. Madame […]