Knox Bronson ~ Riding The Wild Bubble

Just a rundown of what is available from this living artist. I'll be famous when I'm dead, but I can use your money now!

I finally asked ChatGPT how to get great hotdog like Casper's hotdog at home. It said you have to buy Casper's hotdog in the store. Lo and behold I did and they are fantastic. The downside is I can't eat them every day apparently. Like all processed foods, they should be eaten in moderation. Oh well, they're delicious! I am not receiving any money for this recommendation. however, if Casper's wants to reach out and hire me to be a spokesperson, I am happy to do so.

I don't know when it was taken or why, but it is antithetical to everything. David Bowie espoused and stood for.

The sucking vortex of need that resides in the office of the presidency is taking us to places I could never have imagined and can barely comprehend even with the evidence right in front of my eyes.

I swear it was not the acid! And yes, I did use AI to make the picture. Please forgive me.

Went down to the demonstration … and got what we wanted!

Cult College (pictured), Gia Prism, Dark Tarot Politics, and more.

no matter how many times I tell youtube I'm not interested, it still displays two or three thumbnails of Charlie Kirk's widow talking about how she's going to carry on the crusade after his death.

I was forced to use so-called raw sugar at the trendy Café in Oakland. Usually, I carry a supply of white sugar packets in my car for these occasions, but I was all out. The problem with the so-called raw sugar is that it's not sweet and you have to use a lot more to get your coffee sweet and then you have the overpowering taste of the molasses which ruins the coffee. It's just another form of virtue signaling, whose time has passed.

Antone Fier was a session drummer and the founder of the golden Palomino's and a member of any number of well known and influential experimental bands over the decades. Anton went to Switzerland for an assisted suicide at the age of 66 in 2022. I hope he is at peace now.

It is the sickest thing I've ever read. These people are monsters. All of them. Once again, the cruelty is the point. With the little girls, it was never really about sex. It was about destroying dreams and hopes and lives. I don't think the very rich can actually experience anything beyond sadistic pleasure.

I stumbled into the foodie beauty ecosystem on YouTube. I wonder what other marvels are yet to be discovered. #foodiebeauty

Let's remember this: there are no innocents in Donald Trump's orbit. Period.

Just a little update about things being in motion.

Since I was bitching about where I live, I thought I should mention that I'm moving out. Also, website update & FRISCO plug.

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!

The day has come. Fifteen and a half years, over 200,000 images came into Pixels from around the world. We published 34,000 of them. We had a moment in the sun. It was like the Haight-Ashbury the year BEFORE the Summer of Love. The terrible iPhone camera, the buggy apps. But what a community! All the experimentation; we were making up as we went along. I'm grateful to all the artists from all over the world. You can find the book, PIXELS AT AN EXHIBITION at: LULU HARDCOVER https://www.lulu.com/account/projects/p6y4y78 APPLE BOOKS: https://books.apple.com/us/book/the-rise-fall-of-the-honeybun-empire/id6737652788     

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

http://thesecrethistoryoffrisco.com http://patreon.com/Frisco Check them out and please join on Patreon—it's free!

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!

A reading from the beyond the soul's Meridian website. “No one who is gaming. The system has the capability to create real value on their own” — do the names, Trump and musk come to mind?

Brighter every day from here on out.

We are screwed and the only question is how badly.

Remembering John Lennon on the anniversary of his death and other musings on mortality.

Random thoughts about the CEO who got killed. A breath of springtime.

Still here. 

I wanted to share one more song demo from my upcoming album. I felt I needed to tell two stories to put the song in context.

I read this poem every year for the anniversary of his murder. It seems more timely than ever.