Knox Bronson ~ Riding The Wild Bubble

Another walk down memory lane to a distant land in another dimension, Berkeley of the late sixties and early seventies. Be sure to visit the website. http://ragtheater.com

A casual remark in a dive bar still resonates today.

We can never romanticize gangsters and organized crime again after seeing Donald Trump close up.

Exile in Cowtown (twice) comes to an end.

After my misadventure on the highway yesterday, I felt the need for the life-affirming joy of building a biodynamic farm. "The Biggest Little Farm" delivered in spades. A vision for the future.

Today's driving adventure will suffice for the rest of my days.

My somewhat foggy recollections about the final concert of the punk rock era.

I saw The Avengers at the Ivy Room in Albany last night. Great show! I used to live upstairs from them in the late seventies, in San Francisco's North Beach. They were (and are) the best. They opened for the Sex Pistols at the Pistols' last show at Winterland in February of 1978. That was the weirdest show I ever saw. I'll tell that story tomorrow.