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Rock | Pop | Indie | RockBronson was born the week Don Larsen pitched a perfect game in the World Series and grew up down the street from singer-songwriter Dan Fogelberg in a city with one record store and a Pabst Brewery. His first trip to the record store yielded the Beatles' "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" and the Chambers Brothers' "The Time Has Come." His first trip to the brewery resulted in swearing off Pabst forever, until it became hip. Bronson adores cheesecake, judicious use of falsetto, caffeine, shoegazers, Wallace Stevens, anagrams and palindromes, the 6-4-3 double play, Sedona, prime numbers, the St. Louis Cardinals, newspapers, Mondrian and driving cross-country. He abhors exclamation points, modern country, the death of subtlety, celebrity worship, SUVs, sentence fragments, the Chicago Cubs, soccer, television and any notion that New York City is the center of the cultural universe. He never picked up his father's ukelele, because his brother was already too good on it. He sang in the church choir, but not well. He has been married 22 years to a woman who is now taking drum lessons.
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