Raising support for Album III
I’m raising support for my third album. In return for your donation, I can offer these gifts:
1. Donate $5 or more
- I’ll send you a personal thank-you in the mail.
2. Donate $10 or more
- I’ll send you the original demo of Melody and your name will go in the album liner credits. (plus a personal thank-you).
* Demos consist of me — just guitar and vocal, around the time when I wrote the song.
3. Donate $25 or more
- I’ll send you the original demo of Small Town and a recording of the first time I ever played it live (plus 1 and 2).
4. Donate $50 or more
- I’ll send you all the demos to the album “My Whole Life” and two songs that didn’t make the album ( plus all the above).
5. Donate $75 or more
- I’ll send you the demos for the album “Songs from a Small Town” and a recording of a live show (plus all the above).
6. Donate $100 or more
- I’ll send you three lullabies I recorded for my nephews, a version of Amazing Grace, and my three albums/CDs signed and personalized. (plus all the above)
7. Donate $500 or more
- I’ll send you every recorded song idea I have, your choice of one I should finish and put on the next album, and a personal video thank-you (plus all the above).
8. Donate $1000 + travel
- I’ll perform a living room show anywhere in the world (plus all the above).
9. Donate ???
- Tell me your idea and how much you think the donation should be.
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Sound Financial Advice
In these tough economic times, I think it’s crucial that we collect from everyone who has ever borrowed money from us, no matter how small the amount.
It’s important to think back as far as your memory will allow and begin with the first incident you remember. Was it in second grade? Did you ever lend money to Joey for baseball cards? What about when you were six, at the pool, and someone forgot their admission change. Did you lend them fifty cents? What was their name?
Once you compile a list the size of Santa’s, you’re probably asking, “Okay, Aaron. So now what? I have no idea where these people are.” Well, here’s what you do next: There’s a 99.4 percent chance every single one of these people are on Facebook. First, ask them to add you as a friend. Then, after a few days of chit chatty wall time, you stick it to ‘em and watch the money come rolling in. It’s that simple.
“Well, what about me? I owe people a lot of money.” If you’re asking yourself this question, try your best to block it out. If the guilt keeps returning, try doing a good deed for someone and see if that helps.
But perhaps you’re reading this and thinking, “Aaron, now that you mention it, I lent you money a while back.” First ask yourself: Are you Aaron’s parent? If the answer is no, then consider the fact that studies have shown a person’s memory is unreliable. You really can’t trust it. But If the answer is yes, then I’m strongly recommending you forget that you ever read this. If you can’t do that, consider how much you love your son and how many times he mowed the yard (except the times where you payed him to mow the yard).
Aaron
Duluth Budgeteer
For this blog, I’m directing you to a link. It’s Matt Perrine’s (Duluth Budgeteer) review of “Songs from a Small Town.” He was kind enough to massage my ego a bit. Feel free to write your own brief review in a comment. Please use big words that I have to look up.
Here is the article.
About My Guitar
Some have asked me what kind of guitar I used on my latest CD. The answer is, the bulk of the work was recorded using my very first guitar. I bought it when I was fifteen from Mrs. Glassman, my Phy. Ed. teacher. She was having a Saturday garage sale and said twenty dollars was a reasonable price because the guitar had been in the family a long time. Since she was a kid. I thought twenty was steep. The guitar said “Silvertone” on the headstock, but that was before I painted it completely in red, blue, and yellow stripes. Two days later, I realized the guitar looked like a clown, and so I took a putty knife to it and scraped for several hours. I brought it to my sister Ingrid. She was the artist in our family and she had ideas. She painted it completely black with four small white stars near the bottom-right. I thought she improved it greatly, besides the stars, so I used a magic-marker to cover them. She wasn’t overly offended. The guitar remained like that for several years, even through the recording of the last CD. Only recently did it change when I painted it green and gave it to my wife as a wedding gift. She affectionately keeps it in storage. But perhaps she would sell it to you for twenty dollars.
