Knox Bronson ~ Riding The Wild Bubble

The only question is just how fucked are we?

More thoughts about doing a historical podcast about San Francisco in the post-war period between 1945 and 1953 or thereabouts. 
Also, the story about how I learned about the secret history of Frisco.

Testing my new gear. Talking about things to come.

Happy 78th Birthday Mr. Jones. The whole place has gone to shit since you left but I see you shining in the firmament.
As my friend Bill says, “Let a thousand Bowies bloom.” We’ll keep trying.

I recommended the movie to my son, Will, and Killer Mike. And their wives. Given Dylan's treatment of women, Will wondered why I included their wives in my recommendation. 

A couple poems from my friend, Jim Cohee.

No New Year's resolutions, only goals. Cancel Adobe and Amazon. Adobe is easy, but Amazon is integral to my consumerist life now. I am determined, however, extract myself from the dubious luxury of Bezos's honey trap.

A wonderful surprise this movie was, taking me back to the dawn of the Sixties, the arrival of Bob Dylan, and the explosion that followed. Incredibly well-done!