knOx bronson

it works! but I’m ready for the studio, in actuality.

Riding The Wild Bubble
Up to the minute news as we ride over strange, uncharted lands, every month or, often, every two years.

Happy New Year! No … wait … Happy Valentine’s Day, it’s closer.

Well, I was supposed to send this email about two years ago, but I always think, “Well I’ll send one right after I do x, and then I will have something to actually share with people.” And then we go around the sun twice. Which is fine, because I am actually very excited about both of the main items herein … » Read the rest of this entry «

an amazing range of beautiful and striking iPhone photography. iphontography

Claude Michel Celse, Seaside Town, 1948

the reason that I am alive

By Boris Vian

the reason that I am alive
the reason that I am alive
for the tanned leg
of a blonde woman
propped against the wall
beneath the round sun
for the billowing sails
of a sleek schooner
at the mouth of the harbor
the iced coffee sipped through a straw
for the caress of sand
gazing at the watery deeps
turning so blue
descending into the deeps
with the fish
the tranquil fish
they calm the bottom of the ocean
fly above the seaweed hair
like slow birds
like blue birds
the reason that I am alive
because it is beautiful

Translated from the French by Joseph Suglia, corrected by me.

Please come to iPhontography.org and take a look around at all the amazing images coming in from all over the world. Vote for your favorites! Or submit your own. It’s free.

Naked Girl by Gordon Fraser

It is far too late. You are so far out of the loop it isn’t even funny. Where were you when I spent four days power-washing the bricks and the decks for the one-year?

And I can assure you it is NONE of your business.  Life goes on. We are having fun. We are happy.

In any case, please leave us alone now. For your own sake, because you have pissed me off.

Or we could meet for coffee if you would like. Name a time and a place.

I stole this article for my old website Sun Pop Blue and now I’m stealing it again for this site. Not sure when it was published, but it bears, like Strunk and White’s “Elements of Style,” re-reading every six months or so. It is a gentle reminder that music, and all art, must have a higher purpose, which artists in all media should heed. As Hornby writes: “I believe there is still a part of me that persists in thinking that rock music, and indeed all art, has an occasional role to play in the increasingly tricky art of making us glad we’re alive.”

And this article is not about the Beatles, but they sure make people glad to be alive. Still. Almost fifty years later.

By NICK HORNBY
LONDON

It’s just before Christmas last year, and the Philadelphia rock ‘n’ roll band Marah is halfway through a typically ferocious, chaotic and inspirational set when the doors tothe right of the stage burst open and a young man staggers in, carrying most of a drum kit. My friends and I have the best seats in the house, a couple of feet away from Marah’s frontmen, Serge and Dave Bielanko, but when the drummer arrives we have to move our table back to make room forhim. He’s not Marah’s drummer (the band is temporarily without) but he’s a drummer, and he owns most of a drum kit, and his appearance allows the band to make an evenmore glorious and urgent racket than they had managed hitherto. The show ends triumphantly, as Marah shows tend to do, with Serge lying on the floor amid the feet of his public, wailing away on his harmonica.

The Beatles on Ed Sullivan

This gig happens to be taking place in a pub called the Fiddler’s Elbow, in Kentish Town, north London, butdoubtless scenes like it are being played out throughoutthe world: a bar band, a pickup drummer from an earlier gig, probably even the table-shifting. It’s just that threeor four months earlier, Bruce Springsteen, a fan of theband, invited the Bielanko brothers to share the stage withhim at Giants Stadium for an encore, and Marah will shortly release what would, in a world with ears, be one of 2004’smost-loved straight-ahead rock albums, “20,000 StreetsUnder the Sky.” These guys shouldn’t be playing in the Fiddler’s Elbow with a pickup drummer. And they shouldn’tbe passing a hat around at the end of the gig, surely? Howmany people have passed around the hat in the same year that they appeared at Giants Stadium?

Thirty years ago, almost to the day, Jon Landau published his influential, exciting, career-changing, andsubsequently much derided and parodied article about BruceSpringsteen in The Real Paper, an alternative weekly – the article that included the line “I saw rock ‘n’ roll future and its name is Bruce Springsteen.” I had never read the rest of it until recently, and it remains a lovely piece of writing. It begins, heartbreakingly: “It’s four in the morning and raining. I’m 27 today, feeling old, listening to my records and remembering that things were different a decade ago.” I’m only guessing here, but I can imagine are a number of you reading this who can rememberwhat it was like to feel old at 27, and how it bears no resemblance to feeling old at 37, or 47. And you probably miss records almost as much as you miss being 27. » Read the rest of this entry «

Dark Flower by kb

This is a call for submissions to the iPhontography/Giorgi Gallery “iPhotography – Pixels At An Exhibiton” gallery show, opening January 30th at the Giorgi Gallery in Berkeley. It is simple to enter!

1. Read the Submission Guidelines
2. Register
3. Email iPhone photos.
4. Tell your friends, have them vote!

Yes, this is another case where an obsession of mine got out of hand, but this one involves other people! I, along with Rae at the Giorgi Gallery in Berkeley are hosting and curating a show (the first that we know of) comprised entirely of images made with the iPhone.

I’m obsessed with it. I know other people who are. So it’s “let’s-put-on-a-talent-show-in-the-barn” time!

Visit iPhontography.org for all the details.

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