by Knox Bronson | Jan 29, 2010 | Audio Podcasts
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 … (more…)
by Knox Bronson | Dec 27, 2009 | Audio Podcasts
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.
by Knox Bronson | Dec 26, 2009 | Audio Podcasts
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
by Knox Bronson | Dec 14, 2009 | Audio Podcasts
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.
by Knox Bronson | Dec 7, 2009 | Audio Podcasts
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!
- Read the Submission Guidelines
- Register
- Email iPhone photos.
- 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.
by Knox Bronson | Nov 28, 2009 | Audio Podcasts
By Luciano and Mira Marino, Mirabilia Images
Here is the original photo I licensed from Luciano and Mira for use as the cover of “Flight of the Atom Bee.” I am, frankly, still wondering if I made a mistake cropping out her nipple—it add such an intense erotic jolt to the image. But my brain-trust was unanimous about it. I do not, however, mind being wrong sometimes. Oh well, what is done is done. Here is the full picture, including nipple.
You can visit their website by clicking here. It is one of my favorite sites I have yet found for artistic nudes. And they are very nice people, as well,
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.
