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Monday, 27 August 2007 |
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if you are interested in a limited edition print of this piece, entitled "A Thousand Colors Made From Tears."
The Gentlemanly Art of Spanking
The saga continues.
As we last met, we were discussing San Francisco of the seventies, with a detour, jumping twenty years ahead, to Las Vegas and porn premiers. Not sure how that happened. So let us together scurried through the salient details of the next two decades so we can get back to HoneyBun, the spanking kit empire.
Married in 1981. Reception at Presidio Officers Club, thanks to Sky King, wife's dad.
Kazoos on dance floor. Better solos than band.
If looks could kill. Sky King loved it.
Sons in short order. William, November 9.1981. Nathan, June 26 1983.
Every Breath You Take.
Bowie scores with Let's Dance and goes into a blackout for rest of decade. I'm in there with him a lot .
Working south of Market.
Trying to drink less.
Sent out original "Someone You Love Is Flapping" and "Bulboscity in Stasis" cards.
Brother Nate commits suicide at 31. Booze. Coke. Pills. Two notes.
I start drinking and smoking for the both of us. South of market and North Beach and the dive bars on San Pablo in Albany.
Affirming daily the 'One Bar' cosmology: that is to say, my brothers
There is only One Bar: it spans the whole globe and when we drink in one, we drink in brotherhood and fellowship with every other drinker across the world, in our different rooms.
Wife thrilled with this revelation.
Work, after reading of $100K advance for 68-pg. book, Fup, begins on "Flapping."
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Sunday, 29 April 2007 |
To Introduce
Madelynn Jane Bronson
One day old, April 23, 2007.
Proud Dad (my son Will) gives Madelynn her first lesson.
Three generations of Bronsons: Uncle Nate holding Madelynn.
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Monday, 12 March 2007 |
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Here are we, one magical moment, such is the stuff
From where dreams are woven
Blending sound, dredging the ocean, lost in my circle
Here am i, flashing no colour
Tall in this room overlooking the ocean
—David Bowie, Station To Station
Dredging epistles past. The following from early 2005, right when I had plunged into composing the pastel works which would comprise [working title] Sun Change: Summer of '68, Autumnal Sun, Winter Blue, Isle of Islay Revisited—technicolor reworkings of which to be released later this year.
Friends-
I've been remiss with my updates, I know. After my last epistle in September, wherein I described going to the Playboy radio talkshow, Night Calls, to talk about HoneyBun, several people suggested I write a book about the vagabond marketing of HoneyBun and my newfound gypsy lifestyle.
Then it was time to go the International Lingerie Show in Las Vegas, preparing for which consumed every waking minute for almost a month. After Las Vegas, I was waiting for some major revelation to come to me about Las Vegas to come to me that I might share some grand new insight. Alas, what can I say about that place which hasn't already been said?
I just finished a stint of house-(and dog)-sitting in Laguna Beach.
Lovely house. The dogs were three adorable pugs, cute, affectionate,
prolific beyond any expectation in befouling and beshitting the lovely
home up on the hill.
My cup runneth over.
Acquiring one of these pug dogs (rescue cases) is both noble and
honorable, I think; two: evidence of neurotic and masochistic
tendencies of the most narcissistic and grandiose kind; three:
symptomatic of mental illness, unimaginable grandiosity, borderline megalomania, plain and simple.
But the house was lovely and when the dogs were peaceful or
sleeping, afforded a magnificent view of the Pacific Ocean.
In the
afternoons, the sunlight on the water shimmered like a great silver
pavilion stretching to the horizon, rippling into blue at the edges.
At
night, the moon rose in the sky and its light made a shining pathway
across the waters. Venus shone brightly right above the moon in the
dark, star-splattered sky. The multi-colored lights of jets, whispering
in and out of the Long Beach airport, floated across the muted blur of the
horizon in the distance.
Along the reef in the bay, calamari boats
lined up, perhaps two hundred feet apart, halogen lights burning down
into the sea to attract the squid—an incandescent necklace on the calm
waters of the bay. They moved night after night, following the squid.
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Thursday, 22 February 2007 |
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made an announcement that he would make a
poster-a-day for musicians (with a show to promote)
for the month of February.
I got my request in for the 28th & final slot.
I told him I had a booking, but not a firm date,
so he was kind and came up with
this very interesting take on yours truly, based
This is what he wrote about me:
Today's poster is for Knox Bronson. It's an interesting mix of Bowie-esque, slightly 80's inspired, but darker - music. 3 Sec b4 mia smiled is my pick of the myspace tracks.
Bowie-esque? Yes, hard to avoid his influence. Darker? My songs are
bright vessels of West Coast pop-puffery, infused with sunlight
fermented during the Summer of Love. I think.
And ... the eighties? I was, like Bowie, in an blackout for the whole
decade, so I don't really see how I could have been influenced by the
music of that era. Some kind of subliminal infusion?
Oh, BTW, do yourself a favor and visit onetonnemusic.com and look at the other posters he's done for other artists. Thank you, Nathanael!
I will of course notify this space as soon as I HAVE the show date.
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Saturday, 20 January 2007 |
- Wash dishes
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Finish setting up music studio, power supply from Mike, sample disks for emu sampler
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Get vacuum-forming machine for chess pieces
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Get supply of materials for new series (A Love Supreme wall hangings) of artwork
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Make Tangerine Sky business cards for the big do up in wine country this week
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Make list of people I owe money to, will be able to clear up soon.
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Get a wife, or 2 or 3 girlfriends, or a bunch of groupies
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Stop eating alone so much. Have dinner parties or dates. Need new place settings and silverware.
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Make some pasta to go with braised short-ribs & veggies
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Finish four or five half-finished pieces for Sun Pop Blue before starting new ones. but post every day.
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Decide what to do about fourth piece of "seasons" cd ... record new bird sounds ...
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Find a DAT machine to transfer old music tapes to hard-drive
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Hit gym 4 times a week
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Set up G3 mac and go thru all old floppies & zip disks ... old music files to export to gen midi, & hopefully, Flapping in pagemaker to import into InDesign to make pdf ...
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Look into finding illustrator to make graphic novel of Flapping.
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Finish Last Unforetold Man vocal cd: backing vocals, harmonies, string part for Take Me Down & Maia, get Angie into studio for Pop Down the Years, get some help arranging that one, also.
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Silk-screened covers for Flapping. Mini-cd with "lost" songs ...
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Shoot "Serge" modular synth videos - put up on YouTube, send to synth blogs. Post "flight of the atom bee," Flapping edit
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Begin intense targetted promotion of limited edition Flapping
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Do Year-in-the-Life-of-a-Winery & vintage spanking postcards book proposals
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Pick up new cologne - Dolce & Gabbana this time
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Help Nate develop new products for www.myhoneybun.com ... find real marketing person.
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Wash dishes right now.
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Steam-clean carpets.
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Get a house-cleaning service.
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Take care of free-lance clients.
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Raise rates.
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Focus on living life in the slow lane
- Develope multi-level marketing scheme for the Ché brand ...
- Wash dishes immediately
- Continue research regarding this wrong dimension thing we seem to be caught up in.
- Book some live shows or, failing that, do some open mic's
- Wash dishes.
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