It hath been ‘bout exactly three years since I received Hanz Bronze’s eponymous debut full length (via Range Life Records) and, upon getting these lo-fi recordings/mixtapes, I am inspired to share in the revelry with these blogposts, copied from HB’s own website >> writings >>:
“Blog 3 /.
The third of July traffic was too much so I turned off
highway 101 and drove home to get my bike . Armed with a couple fruit flavored
Tums I rode downtown and paid rent - I bought some time . The people thought I
was a cliche ' and then I drove a motorcycle flaming into the hospital -
freeing everyone - even Burt Reynolds looked to me for guidance on chicks - as
the crowd gathered and the sky grew overcast I felt paranoid - like the jerk at
the post office that judged me for sending tapes to Indiana - I adjusted my
book shelf and fixed my phono - I lamented that I'd never learned tennis - I got
so bitter that I even started to love myself - I got so loving all the owls of
America moved to my barrio. That's right assholes : hoo hoo ! Hoo hoo!!!
-
Hanz Bronze
Blog 2 /.
I can't stop eating veggie burgers everyday - sometimes a
black bean burger with Swiss cheese and avocado smeared lettuce onion tomato
pickle mayonnaise mustard - you know what ? It's better than me eating
cheeseburgers everyday although who knows mayb I am . Sometimes when I'm really
feeling free I ' ll get a salad with blue cheese dressing instead of fries
chips or tots. I'm the real tot . I ll never grow old I'm Peter Pan come to
raise Peter Pan hell . I'm Peter Pan come to raise young god hell ! I don't get
these jerks who can't wish a young god well.
-
Hanz Bronze
Blog 1 /.
It was a happy moment in my life. I simply had never felt
more content . The mountains of northern coastal oregon draped me in a sadness
I had never known before , the preposterous level of gnarlacity of the waves I
was too afraid to know . Maybe it was my fear of sharks , o , but that's silly.
I wished there were more honky tonks but then I made the world my honky tonk
and God was my dj . Or was it Jesus? Well I like him better than God anyway . I
rambled around the south spray painting God is gay all over the little
churches. I regretted it but I revelled in being a wildman. Life was never
better yet I needed a woman o what a fascist I became . At least a happy
fascist . I went to movies alone and I never wanked it. safeway became a
sanctuary , my place to get produce , since I was too anti social to hit the
farmer's market which didn't exist anyway . I asked out the cute red headed
housekeeper at the hotel because I figured she could only say no. She said yes.
She did say yes to a glass of wine after work and now I'm married and yes, my
life has simply never been finer. Now God is my butler, that old freak.
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hanz bronze *”
As one might surmise from the aforementioned evidence, this chap is the Charles Bukowski of Frank Blacks. (You have been warned.) With a full band, he sings recklessly, commanding a powerful falsetto for precise accentation; yet, solo, his vocals tread a baritone, tight line between Lou Reed’s and (a much, much lower) Syd Barrett’s disregard for establishment harmony. Funk As Puck? Mebbe…
http://hanzbronze.com/
-- Jacob An Kittenplanq888
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