Bob Wiseman

Practising at the Tranzac late at night. Spooks me still, alone in big empty buildings. I go to the bathroom, imagine a psycho murderer hiding in another stall. Lower my […]

Got a letter from Bob Snider yesterday. He stopped smoking both cigarettes and pot. It is hard to imagine. He even has wifi but doesn’t know what to do with […]

I’m trying to get my daughter to put her dishes in the sink because she has developed into someone leaving finished plates or glasses on the table, then carries on […]

Deciding recently to try my hand at making my online presence more open ended, organizing a newsletter and going through my long contact list to transform the email addresses into […]

I wrote a song one time that had a lyric I didn’t feel right about. Sure enough, weeks or months after the record was released a better way of telling […]

Over the telephone I tried to play my mother something I was working on a long time, something I was proud of, excited to share it but she couldn’t get […]

Working more on another classical thing in Bb and still inclined to use Neil Young lyrics instead of calling it that thing in Bb. I think this one will be […]

I’m making a newsletter, using Mail Chimp. Trying to organize activities so there’s some focus to concerts and everything else but it means taking the humiliating step of placing contacts […]

One time in a book about Berlin at the end of world war two, I read that despite the fact the war was essentially over and the Russians moving in […]

student: I heard you used to be famous. teacher: I still am… with Mastercard. student: Is that a joke? teacher: Obviously not. student: I mean they said you won a […]