Bob Wiseman

Every day Sheila wished she could play that passage and each day faces the fact she can’t pull it off and curses herself. Tanner, her conductor friend, said once you […]

Occurred to me earlier today while daydreaming about older musicians in their 80s, that eventually, at the funeral when Paul McCartney dies, some the gatherers will be thinking to themselves […]

Borris, a decent musician, absorbed many techniques yet found himself always sounding like himself. This resulted in a feeling of defeat. He held the view that his musicianship could reach […]

Monique, young Misha’s mother, arranged for him to study with Mannie, the musician whose music had made her cry and altered for the better the emotional states of her friends […]

There is a trick with sacks of potatoes. The string looks machine sewn, I know there must be a simple way of cutting one spot then the whole thing opens […]

“he’s so fine [oh ya] got to be mine [oh ya] sooner or later [oh ya] i hope it’s not later [oh ya]” Favourite rhyme in recent days, later with […]

Saw a major chain book store, walked in and asked if they had any copies of my book. They had it on order but pointed out other outlets already had […]

surprisingly, I noticed a bee during the more forestry part of my walk today. wondered about how a bee returns to it’s hive or colony etc. like imagine how much […]

Most people know what they look like, primarily from mirrors, but that’s a reversed image. Your right eye in the mirror, is actually your left eye. We live with this […]

There was a preschool camp, might be called Camp Playmore. We were packed into busses and sang songs traveling over the bumpy gravel roads. When so wee you go with […]