Bob Wiseman

There are so many people who instead of listening to the song, occupy themselves with whether it was a Tele or a Gibson. As one old song plugger said: don’t […]

I’m not convinced you can teach anybody anything. You can show them what you know and how you do it but when all is said and done, one teaches oneself. […]

there was a very self critical harp player. she thought she should be different than the way she was. she thought the problem was that her mind needed to be […]

Dehydrated banana peels, later in the blender blitzed into flour – poof plant fertilizer. Nice to reuse instead of throwing out. Many collections of half started songs or melodies, just […]

Friend sent me music by a musician improvising with acoustics and electronics. Friend was excited, also supplied a blurb about how radical this artist was, only they weren’t. Many interesting […]

Weather changed fast. High park paths now so leafy, trees in costume and sumachs aren’t recognizable naked. Cyclists blaring sound systems. Yesterday, recognized three, one playing Drake, one playing Pink […]

Scabbers is actually a pitiful man hiding out in the body of a rat. Iris Chase knows more about the Blind Assassin than all the admirers of Laura Chase. After […]

There was a guy who hung with the bunchofuckingoofs who did security for Handsome Ned at Ned’s Toronto Island picnic. Blue Rodeo played the first year, maybe it was 1986, […]

Can’t tell what is my favourite part in R.Murray Shafer’s autobiography. It’s between John Cage giving a Lecture on Nothing, then shuffling a deck of cards in response to every […]

Some of the unexpected things I learned about reading R. Murray Shafer’s autobiography. He kept journals all his life, he’s an interesting visual artist, he writes about his lovers and […]