Bob Wiseman

There was a certain dead fish eye look among the few people I knew who were heroin users. Brent was one, I didn’t put that together until he died from […]

This PhD business is supposedly four years. I’m not too far from finishing the first quarter. Time goes faster as you get closer to the cliff. Bet death is just […]

I sat at the Juno awards ceremonies sometimes when Blue Rodeo had taken off, feeling amused that someone let me in, even gave me a good seat. Sometimes people made […]

At the pedagogy workshop the guest speaker changed the spelling of her name so we could view it phonetically. Soo-Zan-Uh. She encouraged everyone else to rewrite their name. The teacher […]

In Winnipeg I once crossed the Donald street bridge from underneath. Late one night walked across the frozen Red River, all by myself. Nobody knew I would do this, including […]

I impress the tattoo’d barista every time I enter Hula Girl and talk about the music playing overhead. It is just coincidence that she often plays songs that I know […]

I had to look up indefatigable while reading a scholarly article for school. I look up many words all the time just to be absolutely certain I’m getting it right. […]

Many young musicians I’ve worked with in these song writing class, are trying to solve the problem of making a hit. They believe a hit means you are super rich […]

In December, I applied for a position teaching music at Ryerson University. I wish they would hurry up already and send the rejection letter.

A few years ago I got the idea to work with Canadians who needed help with English. I assumed since I’m a fluent speaker and since earlier in life I […]