Knox Bronson ~ Riding The Wild Bubble

no matter how many times I tell youtube I’m not interested, it still displays two or three thumbnails of Charlie Kirk’s widow talking about how she’s going to carry on the crusade after his death.

I was forced to use so-called raw sugar at the trendy Café in Oakland. Usually, I carry a supply of white sugar packets in my car for these occasions, but I was all out. The problem with the so-called raw sugar is that it’s not sweet and you have to use a lot more to get your coffee sweet and then you have the overpowering taste of the molasses which ruins the coffee. It’s just another form of virtue signaling, whose time has passed.

Antone Fier was a session drummer and the founder of the golden Palomino’s and a member of any number of well known and influential experimental bands over the decades. Anton went to Switzerland for an assisted suicide at the age of 66 in 2022. I hope he is at peace now.

It is the sickest thing I’ve ever read. These people are monsters. All of them. Once again, the cruelty is the point. With the little girls, it was never really about sex. It was about destroying dreams and hopes and lives. I don’t think the very rich can actually experience anything beyond sadistic pleasure.

I stumbled into the foodie beauty ecosystem on YouTube. I wonder what other marvels are yet to be discovered. #foodiebeauty

Let's remember this: there are no innocents in Donald Trump's orbit. Period.

Just a little update about things being in motion.

Since I was bitching about where I live, I thought I should mention that I'm moving out. Also, website update & FRISCO plug.

A couple quick anecdotes about meeting the Prince of Darkness over the years. Another lovable madman gone.

People drunk and on drugs are so weird. I hate fireworks. I hate my neighbors. I can't figure out how many weirdos are over there. I'm trapped at the moment. Monkey Blue is freaked out and hiding. With luck, the fireworks will run out (it's been four hours) and they'll get bored and pass out. 

pretty much done, just need to rerecord guitar, voice, horn parts, mix and master. Enjoy!

The day has come. Fifteen and a half years, over 200,000 images came into Pixels from around the world. We published 34,000 of them. We had a moment in the sun. It was like the Haight-Ashbury the year BEFORE the Summer of Love. The terrible iPhone camera, the buggy apps. But what a community! All the experimentation; we were making up as we went along. I'm grateful to all the artists from all over the world. You can find the book, PIXELS AT AN EXHIBITION at: LULU HARDCOVER https://www.lulu.com/account/projects/p6y4y78 APPLE BOOKS: https://books.apple.com/us/book/the-rise-fall-of-the-honeybun-empire/id6737652788     

Robbie Basho was a local artist, well-known around the Berkeley era in the Sixties and Seventies ... a cosmic acoustic guitarist.

Tallulah Bankhead was drunk off her ass. The whole thing was traumatic.

The podcast launches officially in just nine days! I hope you will join us.

You can hear Bill the Cat's very cool radio show every Friday at 2-4 pm at https://www.humboldthotair.org/. Don't miss it!

Practicing guitar up in Tilden Park in the Berkeley Hills. A beautiful despite. Birdsong, trees rustling in the wind, grass shimmering in the sunlight.

Because they have no compunctio about killing to keep their money or just steal yours.