Knox Bronson ~ Riding The Wild Bubble

A song and a story.

Ruminations on the fifty-ninth anniversary of JFK's murder, plus my song about our dreams in the aftermath.

Bono is hinting at a Las Vegas residency, so that's number six.

An Exorcism with a backbeat.

Such a fine line between clever & stupid.

Another journey around the Sun.

A listener has written to inform me that the proper spelling is "Fukkin' Eh," but he saw that on a Canadian television, so I'm not so sure.

I looked up the meaning of Knox.

Do you believe people can talk to animals? I do. Illustration by Maia Panos.

A column by an old friend and hero of mine in my youth, SF Chronicle writer Jon Carroll.

The song & the book.

I was so excited about this album and then I listened to a few of the song. Giles Martin is not his father.

Mentioned in this episode: the Berkeley Hills, an old girlfriend of mine, my mother, old family friends. 

Or is it just me? I don't think so.

About the amazing documentary on the music of the James Bond franchise from the sixties until now.

The city of Coalinga, where I built a community garden six years ago, will run out of water in two months. A few thoughts about the city and my time there. 

Leaving the old world behind as I made my way south.

Can't decide what to call the song, but I'm happy with it.