by Knox Bronson | Oct 24, 2009 | Selected Writings
I was in the pawnshop today, making sure one of my guitars could play the blues, with authority, sometime in the near future.
A woman, somewhat older than me, was buying some drums for a couple of men. She was slender, well-kept, smelled of money. She was quite gregarious and had a lovely smile.
She asked me if she could give me a card. She had prayed for an image and the Virgin Mary sent her a picture and then Buddha told her to hand out one million cards with these teachings:
- Be one with the natural world.
- Enjoy Earth as it is.
- Join your Twin Flame.
- Live as Kings and Queens with your friends.
- Surround yourself with Fearless Warriors.
- Embody spirit resourcefulness
- Be crystallized in who you are, together and apart.
- Share your temples.
- Command your spacecrafts.
- Love yourselves and you will love others.
- Know thyselves as God.
- Ascend and Descend into Shambala.
I accepted the card with a smile and said,”Well, you are one card closer.” She smiled back.
Now, I have known this woman before, rich girl turned new age seeker with borderline personality disorder. She keeps pets, man-pets, buys them drums and vegan dinners. Woe unto them who displease her or fail to praise her vibrational wisdom.
And with that, I am off to join my Twin Flame.
“The entire country of Shambhala is in the Jinn State; here is where the principal monasteries of the White Lodge exist.” – Samael Aun Weor, The Major Mysteries
“The secret country of Shamballa is in the Orient, in Tibet. The Master Jesus has a temple there. Other Masters live with him who have also resurrected and who have kept their bodies over the many ages of time.” – Samael Aun Weor, The Aquarian Message
by Knox Bronson | Oct 14, 2009 | Audio Podcasts
A few years back I had the notion that I could make a lot of money selling spanking kits, that is to say, selling kits that would enhance the erotic play of people into spanking, which, according to my observation and an informal survey over a couple of years, was just about everybody. I would make the kits, sell them online, throw a pie in the face of political correctness, make bags of money, and spend my days working on music and counting bank.
It was perfect. It was genius. It was hilarious.
So I created the kits with the help of the HoneyBun brain-trust (some smart woman friends, generous with their advice and time), developed the deliciously scented oils, lotions, toners with organic essential oils, designed and built the website, went to LA, took HoneyBun girls to Las Vegas for the International Lingerie Show, appeared on Playboy radio, and, after a year-and-a-half and all the hoopla and hype, was sleeping in my car in the Von’s parking lot at 3rd and Vermont.
That is, until the police relieved me of my car one night at 3 a.m., leaving me, with all my possessions not in storage, standing in the middle of Korea Town.
But HoneyBun is a story for another day: I’ve written twenty-five thousand words of the HoneyBun memoir and will get back to it one of these days.
I will say this (and I’ve never told this story to a living soul): the night they took my car away, I did my usual nightly vocal exercises in the aerobics room at the Koreatown 24-hr. fitness, then my work songs (old standards with the piano backing playing from my iBook).
There was a really cute blonde girl doing stretches at the far end of the room on a mat. When I finished the songs, she asked me where I was performing, because I was too good not to have shows. I didn’t tell her that I was about to have my nightly weight workout, shower, shave, and then off to Insomnia Cafe to write until 2 a.m., at which time I would drive down to Von’s to sleep for the night at the east end of the large parking lot.
In any case, after she left, I started crying. Not out of self-pity, just the frustration and the pressure and the ridiculousness of my situation had gotten to me for a moment. But I knew my voice was in great shape and HoneyBun would break big any day. And those thoughts carried me for the next few hours until I saw the flashing red lights in my rearview mirror.
The other thought that would intrude in those final days of homelessness was that I would have had more time for music if I had been pulling espresso at Starbucks for the past two years. Ah … insight!
Here are some illustrations I used in promotional material. I also published some vintage spanking erotica, a number of them scanned from a great book, unfortunately out of print, “Jeux des Dames Cruelles,” on the HoneyBun website with captions written by the HoneyBun girls. I have made a digital booklet for your diversion.
by Knox Bronson | Oct 11, 2009 | Gallery
Just got in from a ride up to UC campus … big clothing store on Bancroft … bought some gloves, etc., and froggy hat kept my ears warm. Thank you, Froggy! Summer is def. over.
by Knox Bronson | Oct 9, 2009 | Music
I am happy to share with you the final art for the long-awaited digital release of the analog classic “Flight of the Atom Bee.” I will be posting some articles about some of the vintage analog instruments used on the cd, as well as some words about the songs themselves, over the next month.
I found this image on the website Mirabilia Images. The utterly charming couple, Luciano and Mira, whom I assume to be residing in Italy, do some wonderful work: perfectly matched, in my opinion to the music found on “Flight of the Atom Bee:” beautiful, strange, sexy, and otherworldly. I was so happy when I found the site.
I wrote to them about licensing an image, along with a link to the music and they wrote back with a yes, and very complimentary words about the cd, which I of course appreciate. So we came to an agreement on the license and they sent me the image and I spent some time putting in the Atom Bee and … here we are!
CD Master and artwork go off to the distribution center next week, to become available online everywhere within the next few weeks.
