PinnedGentry BronsoninThe MemoiristI Played with the Saint John Coltrane Church in San FranciscoOn a musically and spiritually powerful Sunday in 1994, I became more than a pianist2d ago122d ago12
PinnedGentry BronsoninThe Narrative ArcHow to Swim Across the Mississippi with a Broken ArmThe aimless teenage summer day we decided to cross the riverJun 2724Jun 2724
PinnedGentry BronsoninTravel MemoirsThe Beauty and Danger of Diving in HondurasI found wonder and peril while learning to scuba dive on the island of UtilaMay 1527May 1527
PinnedGentry BronsoninThe Narrative ArcWorking On the Waterfront in KenaiA summer of salmon when the sun barely set in AlaskaMay 125May 125
PinnedGentry BronsoninThe RiffThe Night We Opened for Ray Manzarek of The DoorsFlashing back to being the warm-up act for a legendApr 121Apr 121
Gentry BronsoninThe RiffThe Story of “Hey Beautiful”How a San Francisco love affair became one of my most well-loved and favorite songsJun 69Jun 69
Gentry BronsoninThe MemoiristThe Final Time My Father Said, “Come on, Hit Me”When my dad’s PTSD collided with my traumatic youth and caused a family showdownApr 1610Apr 1610
Gentry BronsoninRedemptionTedium: 9 — Delilah Reveals the TruthThere is a river of blood on the bombshell blond’s handsMar 205Mar 205
Gentry BronsoninAge of EmpathyThe Rescue and Flight of Dr. TheussicalHe joined our creature family and became the best feathered friend I ever hadMar 625Mar 625
Gentry BronsoninThe Narrative ArcThe Sweat Lodge in My BackyardWhen I was nine, my family and I built a sweat lodge on our hippie farm and did a ceremonyJan 2636Jan 2636