My Life: A Graphic

by Knox Bronson | Feb 21, 2012 | Selected Writings

KB_Timeline (pdf)

My good friend Brad Eigen had to do an interview on mental illness/addiction/alcoholism for a class he is taking. He knew exactly who to call.

Love Is Patient, Love Is Kind

by Knox Bronson | Sep 9, 2011 | Selected Writings

Delia Derbyshire – Love Without Sound (1969)

by Knox Bronson | Jun 16, 2011 | Selected Writings

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K6pTdzt7BiI&NR=1

I don’t know much about Delia Derbyshire, but she did incredible things with a tape-recorder in the era before samplers. She made music for the British TV show, Dr. Who. A fascinating artist, quite cute, as well. The proprietor of http://drwhogirlsknickers.co.uk would kill for a pair of her panties.

Welcome to the mess

by Knox Bronson | Jan 26, 2011 | Selected Writings

The Bottle—©2011 Knox Bronson

I’m redoing this site over the next week or so.

Perhaps it will inspire me to post more here! Probably not. Pixels has still taken over my life. But I am heading back into the studio to record my next cd.

Much to my surprise, the title “One Man’s Opinion Of Moonlight” has soundly pulled ahead of “Naked” as the favored title for my next cd.

Interesting.

I’m so cosmic I fart gaseous nebulae

by Knox Bronson | Jan 13, 2010 | Selected Writings

Be sure to sign up for free downloads

by Knox Bronson | Dec 29, 2009 | Selected Writings

more info tomorrow. fading rapidly …

Happy Birthday Ludwig van Beethoven

by Knox Bronson | Dec 16, 2009 | Selected Writings

louie louie

“What you are, you are by accident of birth; what I am, I am by myself. There are and will be a thousand princes; there is only one Beethoven.”
—Beethoven

I do not have anything to say about Beethoven, the man who freed music, that has not already been said.

I was introduced to Beethoven in my early twenties by two newspapermen, Ed Frisbie and Fran Ortiz, both of whom worked at the SF Examiner where I was a copyboy. We would sit around the M&M Tavern at 5th & Howard and talk about the late quartets, the Grosse Fugue … and I would try to soak it up and I’d go buy pieces they recommended … and I’d listen to them when I tired of Bowie, Roxy Music, and Captain Beefheart.

I am forever grateful to the two of them.

Fran was a great news photographer whose works – four pieces as a matter of fact – were chosen by the New York Museum of Modern Art for their retrospective of twentienth century photojournalistic excellence. He was a gentleman, a kind man, a great cook, and quite the ladies man: he gave me a lamb recipe for the first time I had a woman over for a serious dinner date. It worked.

But this is not really a story about Fran, or Beethoven, but about Ed Frisbee, one of the most serious drinkers and most entertaining story-tellers I knew in my early life. It was another era. I had a lot to learn about booze.

Read the rest of this article at my old site, Sun Pop Blue. Recipe included! (in the comments)

The Baseball Cap-Premature Ejaculation Connection

by Knox Bronson | Dec 15, 2009 | Selected Writings

I occasionally like to dredge up an old piece from Sun Pop Blue, my old site, to post on here. There is a treasure-trove of material there. I thought I would share this piece on the statistical evidence that any man who wears a baseball cap around town, not playing baseball nor fishing, but as everyday wear, is most likely a minute-man.
BTW, if you listened to the Audioboo about this subject, there isn’t much in this story that wasn’t in there.

This poor girl is in for a big surprise … or, looking at her body language, maybe she got the surprise last night.

Many years ago, I was the member of a club that met on Tuesday evenings. Mutual friends introduced me to an attractive, tall blonde woman, whom I shall call T. I was immediately smitten.

It turned out that T was the coffee and snack person for the weekly gathering, but didn’t have a car. Naturally, I offered to pick her up and drive her and the goodies to and from the meeting.

Over the next few weeks, we got better acquainted and my hopes for a more intimate relationship were bouyed by our conversations about music, the seventies, her claims that she was a total pervert … you know, the usual.

I didn’t make a move because the time never seemed quite right. I was coming off a painful divorce and still sort of in shock, I guess.

Anyway, one day after the meeting I was helping T pack up the supplies and she said,”I don’t need a ride home, Knox, I’m getting a ride with D——.” And indicated some tall doofus in a baseball hat
standing near the door.

My heart sunk.

I bid T adieu and drove home to my big empty apartment. I called my friend J in Philadelphia. I had met J online. She was a musician, in a relationship, but we had become friends and she had helped me learn the basics of web design, html, and all of that. This was almost eighteen years ago, now that I think about it.

In her day, J had been pretty wild. She was the kind of girl who would sleep with the UPS delivery man as he delivered a parcel to her home if she thought he was cute. I must say I really respect a woman who is honest about her sexuality, whatever form it takes.

I mention that just to indicate that J knew a little bit about men in all their varied splendor, the good, the bad, the skilled, the inept, and so on. By the time I met her, she had met her mate and they are together happily to this day.

She answered the phone and asked how I was.

I said, “Terrible! I was driving this girl to and from the meeting every week and I really liked her and tonight she told me she was getting a ride “home from some asshole in a baseball hat.”

And she said,”Knox, listen to me. Premature ejaculation. I have the facts and figures to back it up. Trust me … if he is wearing a baseball hat, we are talking premature ejaculation every single time!”

I said,”Really?”

And she said,”Oh yeah. Without fail.”

And then we talked about other stuff for a while. And I guess I felt a little better.

Several years later, T had become a hairstylist and she was cutting my hair. She was married to someone, but not D—–.

I told her the story of my phonecall that night of my heartbreak at her unwitting behest. And when I got to the part where J said “Trust me Knox, if he’s wearing a baseball hat, premature ejaculation every time,” T had a shocked expression on her face.

She said,”He had that problem!”

So girls … now you know.

On a related topic, a rich Danville friend of mine, a married woman was trying to set a friend up with another mutual friend. She asked me what I thought. I said,”He’s cheap.”

And she said,”Forget it. Cheap guys are always lousy in bed.”

And I said,”Well, just remember, I’ve been a spendthrift all my life!”

Never worn a baseball hat.

Just sayin’ …

Twelve Breaths To Shambala

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:

1. Be one with the natural world.
2. Enjoy Earth as it is.
3. Join your Twin Flame.
4. Live as Kings and Queens with your friends.
5. Surround yourself with Fearless Warriors.
6. Embody spirit resourcefulness
7. Be crystallized in who you are, together and apart.
8. Share your temples.
9. Command your spacecrafts.
10. Love yourselves and you will love others.
11. Know thyselves as God.
12. 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.

Every artist needs a muse

by Knox Bronson | Oct 6, 2009 | Selected Writings

And to be amused.

Meet Maia and her daughter, Sophia. Muse and amuser. Some of you know my song “3 Seconds Before Maia Smiled.” (original instrumental on Deus Sex Machina, reworked with lyrics for Pop Down The Years. Yes, both are still available on iTunes and Amazon!

I recently wrote another Maia song, “Maia, It’s You,” which may very well be on the next cd of original songs, as yet untitled. It’s quite nice, with a potentially anthemic chorus which could easily be stretched out a la “Hey Jude” or that Arcade Fire song – you know the one. I’ll probably just keep it classical guitar, acoustic piano, lush strings and white noise. Yes, white noise is coming back to my music just as soon as I get the Roland Jupiter 6 with the Europa mod from my friend Gus.

It is my plan to release a cd of acoustic love songs, covers, mostly from the sixties and seventies, next. And after that, I am thinking that I will release a very odd mixture of music: mostly acoustic vocal tracks, mixed with some very electronic instrumental works. Who knows?

It occurred to me that I take pictures of four things with my iPhone: my cat Baby for her blog babysnohelp.com, Maia and Sophia, my instruments, and the occasional flower I pass on the street.

Alright, here are the girls.