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Knox Bronson, accomplished roué & cat lover.
I’ll be famous when I’m dead.
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Dream of the Wild Horses/Redhead Tells The Sun
To Kiss Blue Violets, by Mirabilia Images
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,
Flight of the Atom Bee remastered—now available 11/17/09
Flight of the Atom Bee photo by Luciano and Mira Donato, Italy www.mirabiliaimages.com
1. The Big Shimmer 7:38
2. Wild Pink Yonder 4:58
3. Flight of the Atom Bee 9:28
4. [Hydraulic] Serenity Applicator 4:52
5. March of the Molecules 5:25
6. The Blue Man Wept 6:59
7. World’s Night 5:19
8. When We Were Machines 7:52
9. Fountain of You 4:16
Realizing that vast strides had been made in digital audio technology in the years since I originally recorded this song, I recently got out the old 1″ tape on which resides the original recording of the title piece of the cd, took it down to Wally Sound Studios in Oakland, redigitized the audio and took the resultant audio file to Oakland Wunderkind Charles Stella, who also mixed and mastered my “Pop Down The Years” and “the seasons” cds, and had Charles apply his advanced noise-reduction magic to the track.
I then had Thomas Dimuzio, well-known in the avant-garde music world, remaster all the songs off this strange and beautiful work, unique in the canon of analog synthesis, “Flight of the Atom Bee.” Click here for the story about the actual creation of the title song, “Flight of the Atom Bee.”
Some years ago, I released a version of the cd with my novel, “Flapping,” with some songs deleted and others added from what is now the “Deus Sex Machina” cd, which I also recently had Thomas remaster and release, but this songlist is the original “Flight of the Atom Bee.” It had been my intention to make the cd more “commercial” with the subtraction of some songs and the addition of others. As friend and collaborator Shoji Kameda, of the On Ensemble and Hiroshima, kindly pointed out, there really is no way to make “Flight of the Atom Bee” commercial.
It is, nonetheless, a work very near and dear to my heart. Very electronic. My first attempts and merging the orchestral and the electronic into a modern classical idiom, electronic pop for the ages.
Get “Flight of the Atom Bee” on Bandcamp.
Come back, Baby!
Baby has been gone for four nights now. I walked all over the neighborhood looking for her, calling her name, tonight. No luck.
I am having this weird paranoid idea that she got taken away as karmic retribution for the deer I killed on my way home the other night. My car is still in the shop for that crash.
In any case, I am posting a free download of a song I wrote for her, “Baby’s No Help,” as an offering to what/whomever might have some say in her safe return home. Come back, Baby!
Twelve Breaths To Shambala
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
The Spanking Book, an introduction
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.
Podcasts
Riding the Wild Bubble
FRISCO: The Secret History
BOOKS—Masterpieces All
FLAPPING
Chervil Orbane, a youngish man living alone in the San Francisco Bay area, has awakened flapping. And knows it.
Two agencies–one extra-dimensional, one a super-secret government entity – know it also. And they want Chervil, for the furtherance of very different agendas.
An allegory, Flapping hews to classic epic form (the call, the journey, the dying, and the rebirth) in bite-size chapters, with diagrams, charts, and graphs to assist the reader in grasping essential concepts underlying Flapping — Chervil Orbane’s saga, his moment of clarity, the great epiphany, the big ideas, the good guys, the bad guys, the gratuitous sex, the refreshing absence of name brand pop-culture icons, a predictably cinematic happy ending, the ipso and the facto, as it were, of nuevo-millennial metaphysical thought.
FLAPPING comes with its own cd soundtrack – Flight of the Atom Bee. This wonderful CD has been remastered for maximum fidelity. Flight of the Atom Bee is a haunting, beautiful, and otherworldly suite charting the erotic, tensile fields that bridge harmony, melody, and undiluted electronic sound.
PIXELS AT AN EXHIBITION
The emergence of a new art form for the twenty-first century, inspired by, shot with, and processed on the iPhone.
Pixels At An Exhibition documents the unexpected emergence of a new art form for the twenty-first century, one based on the technology of the iPhone, its limited camera and buggy apps, to create a new kind of magical realism. Combining camera and darkroom, canvas and paintbrush in one tiny device, the iPhone inspired the birth of a global art movement. Pixels At An Exhibition features the best of the pioneering artists and galleries culled from the 33,000 curated images on the Pixels website, many available nowhere else.
I finished, after three-and-a-half years of curation, writing, design, layout, and production, my history of the early years of iPhone photography and art, PIXELS AT AN EXHIBITION, 370 pp, 177 artists, 600+ images.
iBook for iPAD or Mac on the Apple Bookstore $14.95
Hardbound copy available at Lulu.com $99
THE RISE AND FALL OF THE HONEYBUN EMPIRE
Riding the Wild Bubble Berkeley To Frisco To Hollywood To Las Vegas & Back; Intimations Of Immortality On The Technicolor Lam, Sober.
In 1999, I wrote a semi-naughty, mostly humorous article for Salon.com entitled “The Gentlemanly Art of Spanking” under the nom-de-plume Carson Fitzgerald. It became one of the fifty most-read stories of the year, generating a huge reader response.
A couple years later, I had the idea to make spanking kits and sell them online. It used to be that if one was first to the web with a product, one was guaranteed success. The HoneyBun Spanking Kit was the exception that proved the rule. Nonetheless, it was a cute product and, just as I was finishing the HoneyBun website, I was forced to leave Oakland under threat of death as a witness to some drunks firing their guns up the street from his apartment—no one was injured—so the book began as a road story.
I packed up a carton of spanking kits, his guitar and clothes, and headed south to LA and Hollywood. He then began writing email updates to all my friends in the Bay Area and elsewhere.
After a time, some friends encouraged me to turn the emails and the ongoing story into a book. This is the book. The book is a kaleidoscopic memoir—coming of age in Berkeley in the 60s, San Francisco in the 70s, a brief chapter about the 80s, and one about early sobriety in 90s. A fair amount of spirituality, commentary on materialism, the JFK assassination. Enjoy the ride!
Albums
Pacifica, released Nov. 10, 2025
Six gorgeous electronic/orchestral works. On all stream platforms except Spotify. Listen and download for free at Bandcamp.
Flight of the Atom Bee
My first cd, Flight of the Atom Bee, is a collection of instrumental pieces, strange and beautiful, featuring a lot of early analogue synthesizer technology along with an Emu SP-12 drum machine, a Jupiter 8x-P digital/analogue hybrid, and all sorts of outboard processors. To say I didn’t know what I was doing as I plunged back into modern music production is an understatement. But I heard sounds in my head I had to bring forth. It was an exhilarating time as I made my way by trial and lots of error.
Inspired by the weird fiction of Cordwainer Smith, Flight of the Atom Bee is a technicolor romp through the, bold, bright, and beautiful realms of analog synthesis.
Also available on Spotify, Apple Music, Amazon, etc.
Pop Down The Years
My first vocal cd, Pop Down The Years, garnered some good reviews. Eight original songs, one Donovan cover.
Also available on Spotify, Apple Music, Amazon, etc.
Flapping, The Official Soundtrack
Flapping—The Official Soundtrack, when it was first published as a paperback, came with a cd, my album, “Flight of the Atom Bee.” When I decided to publish it again as an e-Book on Apple Books, I thought I would release a new official soundtrack to go with it.
It’s really the greatest hits from Flight of the Atom Bee and Deus Sex Machina.
Also available on Spotify, Apple Music, Amazon, etc.
One Man's Opinion of Moonlight
On Valentine’s Day, 2020, I released my second vocal cd. One Man’s Opinion Of Moonlight.
It’s an album of cover songs, ballads from the sixties and seventies, with one jazz standard, Autumn Leaves, and one original, Pop Down The Years, which is a love song to all the songs and music with which I grew up. The album title is one line from Young Girl Blues, written by Donovan, from his 1967 classic album, Mellow Yellow.
The album includes some of the songs that shaped my romantic ideals in my youth, a collection of songs from the era when “love almost conquered.”
Also available on Spotify, Apple Music, Amazon, etc.
the seasons | remixed/remastered
some distance, now, from the original composing of the seasons i must say that my understanding of the dire situation in which i found myself and the subsequent resolution and release through the act of creation abides, stronger than ever. i rightly intuited, as i neared its completion, that the arc of the seasons followed campbell’s archetypal hero’s journey in a most wonderful way. i would ascribe the elements of the story thusly:
summer of ‘68 ~ the call & crossing the threshold
autumnal sun ~ the road of trials, meeting with the goddess & diving into the abyss
winter blue ~ death, rebirth, transformation & atonement
the forever spring ~ the magic flight, the crossing of the return threshold & freedom to live
Buy it on Bandcamp! (It’s available for free download, leftover from the COVID lockdown era.)
Also available on Spotify, Apple Music, Amazon, etc.
Deus Sex Machina
Deus Sex Machina is another collection of electronic/orchestral works. I consider them to be mid-period works. I finally had a grasp on the technology and had gained a fair amount of confidence in my arranging abilities. A couple of these pieces—Ubi Mel Ibi Apes (where there is honey, there are bees) and 3 Seconds Before Maia Smiled—are in the permanent collection of The San Francisco Museum of Modern Art as a part of a multi-media installation that ran for six months in 1999, Glenn McKay’s Altered States.
Also available on Spotify, Apple Music, Amazon, etc.
Photography
Recent Works
You can find more in the Gallery section of the site.
Nudes
All sorts of naked women.
Flora
An astrologer told me once, “Knox, we know you love women and flowers. It’s all Venus.”
Referring to the fact that I have Venus in Scorpio in my astrological chart.
Fauna
Pictures of animals, lots of cats.
The Sun King series
I was looking at this picture and the thought entered my head, “You need to put a banana in the sky.” I rode my bike down to the produce market and bought a banana, the right banana, went home and put it in the sky. I’ve been putting the same banana into pictures for ten years.
Early Work 2010-2011
Still some of my favorites. I loved the iPhone 3gs, the terrible camera and all the buggy apps.
The Pierce Street Community Garden
I hit Coalinga hard in early August, 2016, drummed out of Oakland by a jealous landlady and skyrocketing rents.
Years before, tweakers had trashed the little house into which I was to move. It had been empty since then and it showed. I slept on a foam pad on the floor as I worked to make the place livable. My only furniture was a lawn chair. I lived on roast chicken from SavMart, Starbucks breakfast sandwiches, and burritos from Tres Agaves, the all-night taqueria which serves the best food in town. The temperature hovered around a hundred and five degrees every day and the swamp cooler attached to the house was non-functional. Truth be told, I had never seen a swamp cooler before and I didn’t know what it was.
Read the whole story of one of my proudest accomplishments here.
Videos
There are tons of videos on this site. Here’s a link to the “Music Videos page“. Here’s a link to the “Art Videos” page. Here’s link to the “Weirder Videos” page.
My cover of Marty Balin’s Coming Back To Me was on my album, One Man’s Opinion of Moonlight, just me and guitar. However, a year or two later I returned to the song and listened to the piano part my friend Rachel Efron had played for it during our late night session. Producer Rick Baretta and I had decided not to use it on the album release. I thought I would see what I could come up with in terms of a minimal arrangement, cello, strings and oboe. And Rachel’s piano, of course. What Rachel does as we go into the bridge kills me every time.
The Most Beautiful Day in the History of the World
I remember the day I received this cartoon from my friend, Gus, via email. I was immediately inspired and made a few over the next few weeks. I still make them from time to time. Available as limited edition archival prints or on a commission basis. Contact me if interested.