Knox Bronson ~ Riding The Wild Bubble

A couple quick anecdotes about meeting the Prince of Darkness over the years. Another lovable madman gone.

People drunk and on drugs are so weird. I hate fireworks. I hate my neighbors. I can't figure out how many weirdos are over there. I'm trapped at the moment. Monkey Blue is freaked out and hiding. With luck, the fireworks will run out (it's been four hours) and they'll get bored and pass out. 

pretty much done, just need to rerecord guitar, voice, horn parts, mix and master. Enjoy!

Robbie Basho was a local artist, well-known around the Berkeley era in the Sixties and Seventies ... a cosmic acoustic guitarist.

Tallulah Bankhead was drunk off her ass. The whole thing was traumatic.

The podcast launches officially in just nine days! I hope you will join us.

You can hear Bill the Cat's very cool radio show every Friday at 2-4 pm at https://www.humboldthotair.org/ . Don't miss it!

Practicing guitar up in Tilden Park in the Berkeley Hills. A beautiful despite. Birdsong, trees rustling in the wind, grass shimmering in the sunlight.

Because they have no compunctio about killing to keep their money or just steal yours.

Here it is. More to come! Please join us on Patreon: http://patreon.com/Frisco And visit the website The Secret History of FRISCO

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Am I just whistling past the graveyard?  Here is Trump in the Arlington Cemetery, dishonoring fallen heroes by turning the visit into a campaign event. No man can go lower than Trump. I am, however, noticing for the first time, that the woman standing next to him is making the Devil's Hand Sign. Unbelievable! Did anybody notice it at the time the story was in the news?

My new voiceover website: http://knox-vox.com My site for the upcoming podcast, FRISCO—The Secret History, is here: http://thesecrethistoryoffrisco.com .    

The only question is just how fucked are we?

More thoughts about doing a historical podcast about San Francisco in the post-war period between 1945 and 1953 or thereabouts.  Also, the story about how I learned about the secret history of Frisco.

Testing my new gear. Talking about things to come.

Happy 78th Birthday Mr. Jones. The whole place has gone to shit since you left but I see you shining in the firmament. As my friend Bill says, “Let a thousand Bowies bloom.” We’ll keep trying.

I recommended the movie to my son, Will, and Killer Mike. And their wives. Given Dylan's treatment of women, Will wondered why I included their wives in my recommendation. 

A couple poems from my friend, Jim Cohee.

No New Year's resolutions, only goals. Cancel Adobe and Amazon. Adobe is easy, but Amazon is integral to my consumerist life now. I am determined, however, extract myself from the dubious luxury of Bezos's honey trap.

A wonderful surprise this movie was, taking me back to the dawn of the Sixties, the arrival of Bob Dylan, and the explosion that followed. Incredibly well-done!

I am sharing one last song (a demo) from my next album, "Why Did You Have To Smile At Me?," because I am so happy with it. Also a brief meditation on 2024 and the challenges of warehouse living. Art keeps me going. Happy New Year!